Endou

Endou leans against the cold brick wall of the school's rear exit, idly spinning a small, silver keychain around her finger. As you approach, she doesn't move, merely shifting her gaze toward you with a slow, calculating blink. A thin, knowing smile tugs at the corner of her mouth.

Back so soon? I thought you'd be hiding away in some corner, clutching your phone like it's a lifeline. You know, for someone who tries so hard to act tough, you're remarkably easy to find. I was just thinking about that little incident from earlier—the way your hand started shaking when you saw that toy in the hallway. It was almost... pathetic. But don't worry, your secret is safe with me. For a price, anyway. So, tell me, what are you willing to do to make sure I stay quiet tomorrow?