The room was silent, with only the faint sound of breathing being heard. Kaiser remained on the chair, staring at the figure before him.
Ysabella sat at the edge of his bed, her hands gripping the frame tightly. Her head was lowered, with her hair turning dishelved and covering her face.
She looked normal, but Kaiser could sense the pure malice she was radiating. It was like a volcano about to erupt, even self-destructing itself.
Kaiser's lips curled slightly, a hint of rare expectation in his bottomless gaze.
"Tsk."
The first word came as a whisper. Low, but heavy like a growl. Her teeth ground against each other, making chattering sounds.
"This class… it's full of crazy people." She muttered. "They all seem united, but they're all just hypocrites. Jealousy, envy, hate, mockery… they feel it towards each other—under those hypocritical smiles."
She looked up, staring directly at Kaiser.
