Chapter 73
[Ibuki Yuko was not angry with your actions. She had once stood in the same place as you, looking down from the skylight. From this angle, one could see the tops of the bookshelves, something not visible from the ordinary perspective.]
[Every time she observed this, her gaze would involuntarily be drawn to the sharp corners of the bookshelves. Her mind would conjure the dull sound of her bones colliding with those edges, and the scene of the bookshelf toppling over, burying her. She liked books, and being buried by them was a heart-stirring oil painting.]
[Seeing you looking down by the railing, the image that always played in her mind resurfaced. However, at the end of this image, crimson blood seeped out from under the bookshelf, glowing with a demonic red light, making her heart fill with fear. She suddenly realized that the beauty she had previously envisioned in being buried by books actually concealed pain.]
[Thus, she became angry, not at you, but at the version of herself she saw in you.]
[The girl took your hand and led you downstairs.]
[She became somewhat afraid of you, as you had brought the horror of death to her. She had not feared death before, but now she was a bit afraid.]
[She decided to stay away from you, otherwise, the armor woven from her elegance in viewing death lightly would no longer exist.]
[She told you that she didn’t want to see you anymore. You were not upset; you decided to proceed with the next phase of your plan.]
[The next day after school, you returned home and sent her a photo, a photo of a sharp pen nib. Two minutes later, she appeared at your doorstep.]