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Chapter 2: So That's How She's Gonna Die
Pilea walked down the staircase, already feeling everyone's eyes on her — but not in a good way.
Two girls approached her, their expressions filled with contempt and hidden malice. Pilea tried to avoid them.
One of the girls suddenly grabbed her arm tightly. Pilea's eyes widened in shock.
"Let me go now!" she shouted, trying to draw attention.
Everyone around noticed — but they all ignored her.
The second girl, with brown hair, chuckled darkly as she yanked Pilea's hair harshly.
Pilea winced in pain.
"So you're the one," the girl hissed. "What gave you the audacity to even touch the highest-ranking vampire? And not just touch him—annoy him?"
"I didn't touch him!" Pilea gasped.
The girl holding her arm slapped her hard across the face.
Pilea could still feel the sting burning on her cheek. She looked around, desperate for help, but no one moved. They just walked past, whispering and gossiping.
Another girl — from a completely different group — pushed Pilea hard. She stumbled and fell to the ground.
This girl was tall and gorgeous. Her shoes sparkled under the light. Her makeup matched perfectly with her stylishly ironed mini skirt and top, the school logo pinned at her chest.
Her eyes burned with fury and disgust as she looked down at Pilea.
"So, you're the pathetic thing trying to get attention from my love, Androsen, huh?"
The girls behind her glared.
The lead girl laughed theatrically as she stared at Pilea, who remained silent.
No crying. No screaming. No begging. She was still trying to process everything.
The tall girl crouched, bringing her face close to Pilea's.
"Now I'll show you what happens to people who mess with what belongs to me."
All the girls stepped closer. One of them was holding a pair of scissors.
Pilea's eyes widened. The sight snapped her out of shock. She tried to run — but one girl held her down.
By now, the hallway was no longer quiet. News of the confrontation had already spread across the school.
Pilea bit the girl's arm hard and broke free. She ran as fast as she could, not caring about the bruises on her legs from the earlier push.
As she reached the stairs, a hard shove hit her from behind.
Before she could react, her body tumbled down the steps.
So this is how my life ends…
My brother, I hope you can forgive me… and move on.
That was her last thought before her head struck the iron rail.
Her vision blurred.
Then — darkness.
The girls who had chased her stared in horror and quickly ran away, leaving her there.
The other students just watched in silence. Some snapped pictures. Some giggled. Others just gossiped.
A girl around Pilea's age approached her unconscious body. Two tall, muscular men followed behind her. Her face was covered with a mask, and she wore large glasses. Her entire body was concealed under her clothes.
"Take her," she whispered.
The boys picked Pilea up as the girl walked away. Everyone else went back to their day like nothing had happened.
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"So that's how she's gonna die? Just for chasing someone way out of her league," two girls whispered as they passed through the hall.
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By evening, most of the students had gone home. A few remained, staying in the dormitories as boarding students.
The night was calm. The temperature steady — as if nothing had happened earlier.
Some students were already asleep, while others wandered the vast school grounds.
Meanwhile, Androsen, the one indirectly responsible for Pilea's current state, sat calmly at a desk. A large table stood in front of him.
He was about to resume writing when he noticed a presence — someone standing like a clingy fly in his space.
He furrowed his brow and glared at the visitor.
The boy had silver hair, calm blue eyes, and a soft smile that suited his round, handsome face. He wasn't as stunning as Androsen, but he was still a hotshot in school.
Androsen sighed. He had no choice but to acknowledge him.
He forced a smile, though his cold eyes stayed locked on the boy who showed no sign of discomfort.
"So, Kinsley, what do you want?"
Kinsley crossed his legs, smiling as though he had waited thirty minutes just for that question. When he first walked in, Androsen had pretended not to notice him.
"I heard what happened earlier today," Kinsley said casually.
Androsen, with his dark hair and distant tone, rolled his eyes and pretended to ignore the comment.
"What is it? Speak or I'll throw you out," he said flatly.
Kinsley chuckled, almost choking on his amusement. "The girl the vice president of the student council asked to deliver papers…?"
"Oh," Androsen said sarcastically.
But Kinsley wasn't done.
"And did you also know someone pushed her down the stairs and kidnapped her?"
That caught Androsen's attention.
Though he didn't say a word, nor did his expression change, his eyes shifted sharply — and that was all Kinsley needed to see. He had Androsen's full attention now.
Kinsley stood and walked toward the door.
Just as he reached for the handle, Androsen finally spoke.
"…It's her, isn't it?"
Kinsley smiled. "That's for you to decide. But please…"
He glanced back, his voice turning serious.
"Don't let another human die just because of your stupid anger issues."
With that, he walked away.
Androsen sighed deeply, then left the office without a word, his eyes fixed ahead.
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