TW; deaths and gore.
Tuesday, 4th March, 20XX.
The next morning, around 7:00 to 7:30 AM, Sando met Yumi in one of the school's quietest hallways — a secluded corner where no other students ever seemed to go. The air there was still, the faint hum of the lights above echoing through the empty corridor.
Yumi was already waiting. She sat on a bench near the window, a pair of glasses resting neatly on her face as she read a novel titled "You Can Have My Back." Her posture was relaxed, her focus sharp — she didn't even glance up until the sound of Sando's footsteps reached her.
When she finally noticed him, Yumi calmly closed the book and rose to her feet. Her expression was unreadable. Without a word, she gestured for him to sit beside her, then sat back down with a quiet, deliberate motion.
From her backpack, Yumi pulled out a grey file — thin, plain, but somehow heavy with meaning. She placed it between them, her fingers lingering on it for a moment before she pushed it toward him.
Sando hesitated. His gaze was fixed on the file, uncertain and cautious, as if something inside warned him not to open it. But Yumi said nothing. She simply watched, her silence urging him more than words ever could.
"Take this file," Yumi said calmly. "It has all the students' information I gathered last night." She adjusted her glasses slightly as Sando reached out and took the grey file from her hands.
He opened it, scanning the neatly arranged papers inside — student profiles, photos, details, even his own information. His eyes widened just a little."How'd you get all this info? Even mine?" he asked, his voice low but tense.
Yumi simply shrugged, her attention already back on her novel. She flipped a page without looking at him, clearly unwilling to answer — for reasons Sando could tell were better left unknown.
"So what do I do with this information?" Sando asked quietly, tilting his head like a curious rabbit.
Yumi smiled softly, placed a bookmark in her novel, and closed it. "Use it to manipulate your victims. It's easier to trick them if you know how they act and how good they are at finding you out." She took off her glasses, wiped them, slipped them into their case, and tucked the case back into her backpack.
"With this, you can learn where they usually hide, where they hang out, and their favorite walking routes — so you won't be caught easily.'
Sando stared down at the file, flipping through page after page filled with detailed information about students — even some he didn't know existed. Then, his fingers froze when he came across a familiar name: Itsuki Araishi.
He stopped flipping and began carefully examining the page — reading through Itsuki's 'About Me,' his personality traits, his favorites… everything. But when his eyes reached the section labeled Crush, the name was blurred out.
"Yumi, why is his crush's name blurred?" Sando asked, gently poking her shoulder and pointing at the smudged words.
"Ah, no reason," Yumi replied calmly, though the look in her eyes said otherwise.
Sando glanced at her for a moment, sensing there was more behind her words, but he decided not to press further. With a small shrug, he turned his attention back to the file, studying Itsuki's information for a bit longer before flipping through the remaining pages once again.
"Am I supposed to keep this? What if there's a spot check and the student council finds this file in my bag?" Sando asked, closing the book and looking at Yumi with uncertainty.
Yumi leaned back slightly, her tone calm and confident. "They won't. The council doesn't bother opening files unless something feels off — something heavy or strange inside. Trust me, they'll overlook it completely."
Sando stared at her for a moment, still unsure whether to believe her or not. After a quiet pause, he exhaled softly, then slipped the grey file into his backpack. With a hesitant nod, he muttered, "Alright… if you say so."
Sando returned to class and spotted Itsuki at his desk, supposedly doing homework — though, as usual, he was really just playing with his pen. The sight made Sando smile faintly.
He walked over and sat beside him — his usual seat. Itsuki glanced up, gave him a small wave, then went right back to 'doing his homework' (still playing with his pen).
Sando quietly waved back, then pulled out his sketchbook and began to draw, not wanting to disturb Itsuki's so-called concentration.
ChatGPT said:
Sando liked spending time with Itsuki — even when they weren't talking. Moments of quiet like this were enough to make his day a little brighter.
He still remembered the first time Itsuki had reached out to him. His heart had skipped a beat; Itsuki was, in Sando's eyes, a man of effortless beauty. Of course, he'd never say that out loud — that would be far too embarrassing.
It hadn't taken long for them to become friends. Just ten days after they started talking, they were inseparable. Everyone in school knew they were always by each other's side, and most respected that bond.
They shared lunch, shared stationery, even shared the same spoon once or twice. They'd even exchanged backpacks before — a small, harmless act that spoke volumes about their closeness.
Maybe… a little too close.
Sando liked spending time with Itsuki — even when they weren't speaking. There was something comforting about the silence between them, the kind that didn't feel heavy or awkward. Just sitting beside Itsuki, hearing the faint tapping of his pen or the lazy hums under his breath, was enough to make Sando's day feel a little lighter.
He still remembered the first time Itsuki had reached out to him. That moment, his heart had skipped a beat — a strange, unfamiliar feeling. Itsuki was, in Sando's eyes, someone effortlessly beautiful. But of course, Sando would never dare say that out loud. That would be far too embarrassing, even for him.
Their friendship had formed quickly. Within just ten days of talking, they were inseparable. Everyone in school knew that where one went, the other followed, and most students respected that quiet bond between them.
They shared everything — lunches, stationery, even the same spoon at times. Once, they'd even exchanged backpacks for fun, laughing at how mismatched their belongings were. It was such a small thing, yet it showed how close they'd become.
Maybe… a little too close.
Many often asked Sando if he had mutual feelings for Itsuki — if his quiet attachment was something more than friendship. Every time, his answer was always the same.
"I don't like him that way. I just want to be by his side… to protect him."
It was a simple response, delivered in the same calm tone each time, but few believed it. The way Sando looked at Itsuki, the way he always seemed to appear when Itsuki needed help — it all felt far too intimate, too careful, too devoted to be just friendship.
Still, no one dared to press him further. After all, who could really tell what went on in Sando's head? Maybe he truly didn't have feelings for Itsuki… Or maybe — just maybe — he did.
Lunchtime, around 12:00-12:30 PM.
Like usual, Sando brought Itsuki to a quiet spot for lunch — this time, it was the school rooftop. The two of them sat on a bench facing the tall safety railings, the kind built high enough to keep students from doing anything reckless.
Sando handed over a neatly prepared bento box, just like he did every day. Itsuki accepted it with a grin, opened the lid, and instantly started drooling at the sight of the meal inside.
Without hesitation, he began to eat, almost as if it were routine — like it was part of their daily schedule, something that needed no words or reminder.
It wasn't long before their quiet lunch was interrupted by a soft voice. A girl stood a few steps away from their bench, her hands fidgeting with the strap of her schoolbag. Sando's eyes flicked up, his expression darkening the moment he recognized her face.
Hana Fujimoto.
He remembered her from the grey file Yumi had given him — timid, shy, someone who avoided attention at all costs. Yet here she was, standing before them, mustering up all her courage just to speak.
"Um… Itsuki," she began, her tone fragile, almost trembling. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"
Sando's chopsticks froze midway to his mouth. His gaze slid toward her, unimpressed, before flicking to Itsuki, who looked just as startled.
"Talk?" Itsuki repeated, blinking.
Hana nodded quickly, her eyes darting between them. "Just for a bit. I… need to ask you something."
Sando let out a low sigh, leaning back against the bench. "Go ahead," he muttered, waving his hand dismissively. "Don't take too long."
Itsuki gave him a sheepish grin before following Hana toward the stairs.
The rooftop fell silent again. Sando watched them leave, his expression unreadable. His fingers drummed against the bento box as a faint frown crept across his face.
She'd better not be planning to confess, he thought bitterly. Or do something weird to him.
Would you like me to continue this scene with what Hana says to Itsuki, or with Sando waiting alone on the rooftop (perhaps something eerie starts to happen while he's alone)?
You said:change the tilted " to normal ",pleaseChatGPT said:
Of course! Here's the same scene, but with all the quotation marks corrected to normal straight quotes (" → "):
It wasn't long before their quiet lunch was interrupted by a soft voice. A girl stood a few steps away from their bench, her hands fidgeting with the strap of her schoolbag. Sando's eyes flicked up, his expression darkening the moment he recognized her face.
Hana Fujimoto.
He remembered her from the grey file Yumi had given him — timid, shy, someone who avoided attention at all costs. Yet here she was, standing before them, mustering up all her courage just to speak.
"Um… Itsuki," she began, her tone fragile, almost trembling. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"
Sando's chopsticks froze midway to his mouth. His gaze slid toward her, unimpressed, before flicking to Itsuki, who looked just as startled.
"Talk?" Itsuki repeated, blinking.
Hana nodded quickly, her eyes darting between them. "Just for a bit. I… need to ask you something."
Sando let out a low sigh, leaning back against the bench. "Go ahead," he muttered, waving his hand dismissively. "Don't take too long."
Itsuki gave him a sheepish grin before following Hana toward the stairs.
The rooftop fell silent again. Sando watched them leave, his expression unreadable. His fingers drummed against the bento box as a faint frown crept across his face.
"She'd better not be planning to confess," he thought bitterly. "Or do something weird to him."
Or will she..?