Chapter 11: Extra Session and Skill Shop
"Hello? Is this Ryan?"
Her voice was calm—pleasant, almost melodic—but it carried a certain weight behind its softness.
I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose, already regretting answering.
"...Clara, right? How did you even get my number?"
I didn’t bother hiding the frustration in my tone. Annoyance leaked through every word.
On the other end, she responded without missing a beat.
"So, Reo. You do realize if I told the professors what really happened during the blackout, you’d be in serious trouble, yes?"
Her voice didn’t raise. No anger. No hesitation. Just cold, clear facts.
I froze. My fingers tightened around the phone.
She wasn’t bluffing.
No panic. No dramatic monologue. Just a statement of fact. And that made it worse. Clara was the kind of girl who did what she said. No threats. Just consequences.