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Chapter 86

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For the first time in a while, I put on my uniform and went to school. It should have been an ordinary day for a student, but instead, I felt a sense of discomfort. I exchanged greetings with my classmates and gradually got my body used to school life.

“Um, I think everyone has noticed, but Numata caused a problem during Golden Week, so he will be under house arrest for a while. You all must be very careful! Understood?” (Teacher)

It was funny that Numata was under house arrest.

It was a shame he wasn’t expelled, but what on earth did he do?

I was half-listening to the teacher’s talk, but this caught my interest.

At lunch break, of course, the topic came up.

“You guys should at least read the newspapers. A few days ago, there was an attempted murder and assault of women in the Toyota Dungeon late at night!” (Student A)

“Seriously!? I might have been in the dungeon that day!” (Student B)

I wanted to say, which is it? I was definitely in the dungeon that day. After all, I went there every day without fail.

“Well, because it was selfish and malicious, the main culprit might get a prison sentence, not juvenile detention but a real prison. Numata was part of that group!” (Student C)

“But he only got house arrest, right?” (Student D)

“Maybe he was just hanging out with them?” (Student E)

“Numata is probably a low-level member, right?” (Student F)

“Ah, that’s possible!” (Student G)

“He’s been raising his level too…” (Student H)

“…” (Kouta)

I thought about it.

What kind of guy is Numata?

My impression was that he was a coward. Not just any coward, but a coward I had never seen before. The image I had was someone who would do anything to save himself.

Plea bargaining… In this case, having someone admit and talk would make prosecution easier. If it was Numata, he would talk endlessly about anything, true or false. If it meant his sentence would be lighter, he would do it without hesitation. He is the kind of person who firmly believes he is not at fault. In my dictionary, I define such people as “perverts”. They are the assholes that plague the world.

I raised my vigilance toward him to the maximum.

If necessary, I am prepared to kill. This corrupted heart was created by my mother. He is a “pervert”. He did not understand others, he was an abnormal person. I earnestly wish for a world without him. Is that why I am drawn to the dungeon?

In the darkening consciousness, I kept staring at the person I had grown close to.

Maybe I am afraid of women.

 

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