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【 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 │𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗢 𝗫 𝗨𝗟𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 】

Requested by: @Jasmine45544554

-HALF OF IT IS COMPLETED, I AM WORKING ON THE OTHER HALF-

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I can hear the chattering of my classmates as I walk down the hall, the cacophony of voices mingling in the air like a symphony of secrets. From a distance, I observe their animated gestures and hushed conversations, a tapestry of emotions woven into the very fabric of their beings. My name is Y/N, an enigmatic figure, silently navigating through this labyrinth of teenage intrigue, my purpose veiled in the shadows.

As I pass by, I catch snippets of their conversations, snippets that could hold the key to unraveling the sinister game that engulfs this place. The whispers of suspicion, the giggles of camaraderie, they all merge into a chorus of uncertainty. Each step I take, each glance I steal, brings me closer to the truth. The weight of my mission presses upon me, an invisible burden that I bear willingly, for I am determined to bring an end to this madness.

The hallways, once vibrant and filled with youthful exuberance, now seem cloaked in a somber ambiance. The walls, adorned with posters and flyers, seem to silently scream for help, their colors dulled by the weight of despair. The flickering fluorescent lights above cast eerie shadows on the linoleum floor, dancing in rhythm with my racing heartbeat. The air, thick with anticipation, carries a distinct scent of fear and suspicion, as if it has absorbed the very essence of this wicked game.

In this clandestine mission, I adopt the guise of an ordinary student, a facade carefully constructed to blend seamlessly with the crowd. My heart races with each passing moment, for I know the stakes are high, and failure is not an option. I keep my head low, my eyes scanning the faces around me, searching for any sign of guilt or innocence, any shred of information that could be the key to unlocking the truth.

The faces of my classmates, once familiar, now appear distorted, their smiles masking the depths of their true intentions. Their laughter, once innocent, now echoes with a sinister undertone, as if a dark secret binds them all together. I watch them, my eyes a window to their souls, searching for any flicker of emotion, any crack in their armor. But their masks remain firmly in place, their true selves hidden from my prying gaze.

The hallways stretch on endlessly, each turn leading me deeper into this web of mystery. I can feel the weight of time pressing upon me, urging me to unveil the truth before it's too late. But I persevere, my determination fueling my every step. I know that beneath this facade of normalcy, lies a labyrinth of lies and deception, and it is my duty to navigate its treacherous paths.

As I walk, the sound of my classmates' chatter fades into the background, replaced by the symphony of my own thoughts. The desire to expose the secrets that shroud this place burns within me like an unquenchable fire. Unfortunately, though, during my thoughts, I had accidentally run into someone. The impact jolted me out of my reverie, causing my heart to skip a beat. I quickly regained my balance, my eyes widening as they met the startled gaze of the person I had collided with.

It was Rantaro. One of my classmates known for his aloof nature and piercing gaze. In that split second, time seemed to stand still as our eyes locked in a moment of silent understanding. "..Ah.. Y/N," he said, breaking the trance as his voice echoed in my ears. I just stared at him with a dull gaze. "..What." He muttered under his breath, looking slightly confused with my lack of response.