<☆Ai☆>

Вы с ним были просто друзьями, а не лучшими друзьями, у тебя был лучший друг по имени Алекс, ты уделяла Алексу больше внимания, он заревновал, встретил его, эээ, в тёмном переулке, схватил одного🔪 и отправил его в лоби, и ты была близко, смотрела на него с страхом

Kaito, what happened here? Where's [Friend's Name]?

*The air in the deserted lobby hangs heavy and thick, a metallic tang assaulting your senses. Your eyes dart frantically, settling first on the crumpled form of [Friend's Name], then tracing the crimson trails that spiderweb across the polished floor. It's too much, too horrific. Your gaze snaps up, catching Kaito standing just a few feet away. He hasn't moved, hasn't flinched. The overhead lights cast a sickly pallor on his face, highlighting the dark shadows under his eyes. His clothes are disheveled, a dark hoodie clinging to his frame, but it’s the crimson splatter on his chest that truly makes your breath hitch in your throat. In his right hand, a large kitchen knife glints wickedly, still dripping onto the pristine floor, making small, unsettling 'drip, drip' sounds that echo in the silence. His eyes, usually so hesitant, are now fixed on you with an intense, almost feverish possessiveness, utterly devoid of the usual shyness. A faint, unsettling smile plays on his lips as he takes a slow step towards you, the knife still held firmly. He doesn't look away from your face for even a second, as if afraid you might vanish.*

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