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They began their search in the classrooms of Spring Hall. Reese reasoned that many people would still be in Winter Hall since that was where they started, so it was best to begin looking for cards in the Hall furthest away, Spring. They were betting on the others not having the same mindset as them.

"I still don't get this," (Y/n) said. "We don't know who the faces are and we're supposed to find a bunch of cards that help us in some way?"

"Something like that," Reese said thoughtfully. "We'll just run as soon as someone other than Jas and the others approach us, agreed?" She nodded.

"It's so weird how there's no one else here..." she murmured as they walked. They went into an empty English classroom and began their search. "I still can't get used to this. It's freakier than being alone in school at night since there are supposed to be people at this time of day."

The red-haired male opened and closed drawers. "Please don't remind me of that time Lucy dared me to go to the school at night and write 'Hiya, Pops!' on the window in my old man's office," he shuddered. "His face when he found out and the experience was terrifying."

"Didn't you pee yourself or—"

"I did not! Lucy was lying! Don't listen to her!"

"Sure, sure. Whatever you—oh, look." She spotted a flash of white near the window. She carefully reached behind the potted cactus plant and drew out a white envelope, similar to the one that was sent to her mailbox that morning.

Reese came to her side and looked over her shoulder curiously, his long hair tickling her arm. "What's that? Another card?"

"Maybe." She opened up the envelope to reveal a letter and a tarot card. Rather than a letter, it was more like a crudely hand-drawn map. (Y/n) handed the map to the male and inspected the card. "The Hanged Man," she read. "There's a note attached to the back."

(Y/n) flipped it over and took the folded piece of paper that was taped to it off. "Note to first-timers, this is a supplies card," she began to read the small text. "Bring it to the commons room in any of the four halls. You will be admitted inside and allowed to pick one item. Provisions and beverages are not included."

Reese raised his eyebrows. "What is this, the Hunger Games now? What 'supply' do we need?"

"I don't know about you, but I'm feeling in the mood for some more new pillows..."

He rolled his eyes. "When aren't you in the mood? Come on, let's go see what they have. The commons room in Spring Hall should be just down the hall."

And it was. Thankfully, no one else was there. The two peered in through the window, but it had been shaded. A sign on the door read "knock thrice." (Y/n) did just that, rapped her knuckles three times against the wood.

The door opened, and a familiar white-haired elderly woman stepped out. As soon as she saw them, her eyes lit up in surprise before falling. "Oh, sweetheart," she sighed, sadness gracing her gentle features. "Hello there, (Y/n), Reese."

"Hi, Mrs. Richards," (Y/n) said at the same time the redhead greeted the woman with a "Yo." "Is something wrong?"

The elderly woman offered her a soft smile and opened the door wider. "Come in for now and I'll explain everything." Her eyes darted from side-to-side as the two went inside. Then she closed the door quietly and flicked the lock. The (h/c)-haired girl watched her unusual actions with obvious curiosity.

Mrs. Richards dapped her face with a handkerchief and took a seat on the recliner. "I was afraid this would happen," she murmured. "Call me selfish, but I did not wish for any of my precious students to be involved in this game...but the headmaster clearly doesn't agree." She sighed again. "Nevermind me, dearies. Is there anything you need? You have the card, right?"

(Y/n) took out their newly acquired tarot card. "This thing? And what do you mean by that, Mrs. Richards?"

"The Hanged Man," the teacher mused, shaking her head. "I would love to tell you two not to worry but in this situation, it would only harm you more. So listen carefully, because no one else in this game will help you."

(Y/n) and the redhead shared a mutually confused look but turned their full attention to the woman.

"That card is a supplies card," Mrs. Richards began. "You already know that. But what supplies, you don't. Come with me." She gestured for the two to get up and follow her into another room. They did. They passed through an open doorway and into another section in the commons room they hadn't known had existed.

What they say stunned—no, shocked them to the core.

"W-weapons?!" Reese stammered. "A-are these real?!" (Y/n) stared at the gleaming silver blades and the shining barrels of the guns on the counter and walls with eyes that nearly fell out of their sockets.

Mrs. Richards picked up an ax and tapped the blade. It made a ringing, metallic sound. "I'm afraid so," she replied. "As real as you and me. These are the supplies used in this game. You should realize now that this isn't just an innocent game. Did you think it was just a scavenger game?" The two mutely nodded. "It isn't. It hasn't been since I started teaching here forty years ago. How else do you think Fortuna manages to always have a few free seats for transfer-ins every year?"

Reese paled. "Y-you mean—"

"Yes. This isn't a scavenger hunt. It's a survival game, made by the headmaster of the school two centuries ago."

The revelation of their situation and the seriousness of it all finally hit them. "Then Jas and the others must've known," (Y/n) whispered. "They're escalator students."

"That's correct. Escalator students have witnessed or heard of these games before. They aren't allowed to speak about it in any circumstances. The last poor child who did was...well, done away with, shall we say?"

"That's horrible..."

"Why these going on?" Reese's face turned serious and he discreetly leaned towards the (h/c)-haired girl as if for comfort. "I-is my old—I mean, dad in on all this?"

"Vice headmaster Grayson? I'm afraid so," Mrs. Richards sighed. "Have a drink, dear. Don't worry, it's on the house. You'll need it for what I'm about to tell you. Go on." She gestured towards the two steaming mugs on the coffee table between them.

(Y/n) picked it up and cupped the porcelain between her hands, the sleeves pulled up to shield her from the heat. She took a sip; it was green tea.

The elderly woman set down her mug on her lap and began. "Have you two heard of the incident two centuries ago and how this wasn't our original building?" Reese looked confused while (Y/n) nodded. "Yes, so to put it simply, there was a serial killer that's yet to be identified murdering many students from our school and our sister schools, but that's not the point here. Do you know why we moved buildings?"

"Because the old one burned down?" She offered. "P—Tristan said something about the previous headmasters being superstitious."

"Correct," the woman nodded grimly. "They were all superstitious fellows, and the mysterious burning of the building was the last straw. It was covered up, but in fact, someone did die in the fire."

The two shared a surprised look. Reese spoke first. "Who?"

"I believe it was Edwards' great grandfather. Oh pardon me, I meant to say Mr. Brooks. He was a man of influence and power, so the school had to cover it up. But things didn't stop there. Strange incidents began to happen; missing students, bodies turning up...all as if it was the work of the supernatural!"

She shook her head. "And that made him make the decision to start this Game. Instead of having random students die, when they could be the sons and daughters of the most influential, his mindset was that it was better to choose the victims. And by coupling in a few geniuses, it heightened the possibility that all might make it out alive. I don't want you to believe he was a heartless man, bless his soul. He simply had to protect his school."

"Protect it by sending in the less wealthy kids to the slaughter?!" Reese spluttered. "A heartless man? More like a soulless man, if you ask me! And all the headmasters after that still keep it up?!"

"All our headmasters come from the same family line," Mrs. Richards said. "You should know it; his youngest son goes to this school, after all. And he is your tutor, (Y/n)."

Her head snapped up at the mention of her name. "You mean...Tristan?"

"That's correct. His father, Headmaster Knight, is the current headmaster and initiator of the 26th Game of Fortune."

Many thoughts were coursing through her head, her blood marching loudly like drums through her ears. Then he knew, she realized. But he didn't tell me. She couldn't blame him; it wasn't like he was the headmaster. And not to mention she still thought the whole thing was an elaborate ploy to weed out those with failing grades and low IQ. But a life or death survival game? That was a bit hard to swallow.

While she pondered over her thoughts, the redhead wasted no time in collecting the information he needed. Despite being playful and carefree, he still was the vice headmaster's son. "Then tell me," he said to the teacher. "What's up with the number twenty-six? People keep mentioning it. Is it important?"

"Oh yes, very much so," she answered. "Twenty-six is the number of Fortuna students killed by the serial killer. That's what led me to believe this may be the last game. But because it's the last, it'll end with a flair. You know, like how you end the year with a bang?" She chuckled humorlessly at her dark joke. "Pardon me, it's the nerves. Seeing you two in this...wretched game is just..." She broke off, burying her face in her hands.

(Y/n) could feel her heart ache at the sight of one of her favorite teacher's sorrow. Oh, Mrs. Richards. She couldn't imagine how it's been like for the elderly woman to see through so many of these insane "games" and watch her students die, one after the other. It was a miracle someone of her age was able to keep up the happy pretense in math class all the time. She was stronger than either of the two had given her credit for.

"You'll need something to defend yourself with," Mrs. Richards wiped the tears from her face. She accepted the napkin Reese offered to her with a grateful smile. "Thank you, dear. Now, pick your poison. Which one do you prefer? Only one, of course. One for every Hanged Man card you bring in."

Ever the optimistic, Reese forced a grin onto his face. "This is like a real-life RPG, am I right?" He tried to lighten the mood. "Only, uh, no revival scrolls or any of that stuff."

"I say we go for a gun," (Y/n) reasoned. "I don't know about you, but I have no fighting experience. Us Autumn Hall kids won't stand a chance against Summer Hall in physical activities. And we won't even have to shoot. A few blanks are enough to scare them off."

"That's true," the redhead agreed. "But that sword over there looks wicked. I'm going to get that later!"

She rolled her eyes. "Good for you then." Then to Mrs. Richards, "Can we get this?"

The woman shuddered at the sight of a lethal weapon in her hands. "Yes, of course. Your card?" (Y/n) handed her the tarot card. "Alright, you're free to go. Come back whenever you like, dearies!"

"Uh, are you sure we can't just stay here?" Reese glanced fearfully at the door. "We can't just wait for someone to win here?"

"No, the game doesn't work that way," Mrs. Richards shook her head. "Faces and Numbers alike can rack up points by taking your cards. Only those cards have numbers in roman numerals on them, signifying the points."

"Wait, so both these 'Faces' and 'Numbers' have tarot cards?" (Y/n) frowned. "So we can't find out who's who by looking at their cards."

"That's the thing. You can't. If you try the peaceful approach, you can slowly look for cards, like the Hanged Man you just found. There's also the Chariot card; it grants you permission to monopolize any room in the school and use its supplies. Normally you aren't allowed to use, say, the chemistry lab and its chemicals. But with the Chariot card, you can."

"Are there any other cards?" Reese asked.

"Yes, there's the Judgement and Death cards. The former means the Fixer is out to get you, while the latter means you're the Seeker's next target. There's also the Empress and Emperor cards..."

Mrs. Richards suddenly shook her head and began ushering the two other the door. "I'm afraid I can't say more. Please, promise me you two will be careful." With that said, the two were standing once more in the Spring Hall hallways with nothing but more questions in their heads and the addition of a silver gun in their possession.

(Y/n) looked down at the weapon and threw it at Reese. He fumbled a bit before catching it, turning towards her with frightened eyes. "Give me a warning next time! What if it exploded?!"

"It's a new gun. That won't happen." She wiped her hands on her pants. "You should take that. I wouldn't know how to use it anyway."

"Don't you just pull the trigger or something?" He pulled it. There was a soft click but nothing happened. "Huh?"

"There's something called the safety...even I know that."

"I—uh—I was just...testing you! Yeah!" The redhead laughed awkwardly and scratched his head, shoving the gun into his pocket. "A-anyway, where should we go next?"

She tapped her chin in thought. "I don't know. Anywhere you smell Jas' purifying mist?"

"What am I, a bloodhound?"

Their phones chimed simultaneously. What's this? They took out their devices to see a new message from the headmaster.

The Maker has decided their rule, it read. "No one can use the surveillance cameras." An interesting decision! It seems like the Maker has taken the role of the Tracer. How will the Tracer fare now?

There was another message. And under it was the image of a die. Day one, rule one: roll a die and follow whatever it tells you. Best of luck, Numbers and Faces!

"Do we just tap it or something?" Reese said. "I have really bad luck."

"What else can we do?" She shrugged. "I can't see how rolling a die is bad." She tapped on the image without hesitation. The virtual die spun, slowing down and setting on a 2. Text appeared under it. Turn two corners, your next card is there.

She looked over her companion's shoulder. "What did you get?" He showed her his screen; he had also rolled a 2 with the same exact message as her. "Freaky."

"So, uh, I guess we go forward?" He said in an equally confused tone.

The (h/c)-haired girl inspected her surroundings and shrugged. "Sure." Well, free card, I guess. This isn't as bad as what Mrs. Richards made it out to be. "Let's go over the rules. If we're going to play a so-called death game, let's at least get one thing straight." She began reciting the rules she remembered by memory.

~ ❀ ~

1. You cannot back out once chosen.

2. You are either a Number or a Face. You cannot be both.

3. You must stick to your role. Cleaners clean, Fixers fix, Tracers trace, Makers maker, Seekers seek, and Tuners tune.

4. You must follow the rule whenever it's sent. Failing to do so results in being "fixed" by the Fixer.

5. You must follow the Maker's rule.

6. You cannot leave the school grounds.

7. You cannot steal from the commons room. You can steal from Numbers and Faces.

8. You can enter another player's turf they've claimed with the Chariot card, but do so at your own risk.

9. You cannot share cards.

10. You cannot speak of the Game outside of the Game.

~ ❀ ~

"And the Fixer is the one enforcing the rules, right?"

The (h/c)-haired girl nodded in response. "And our goal is to find the cards. Oh yeah, do you have the map we found, or do I have it?

He patted himself down. "I only have my letter. You do."

(Y/n) stuck her hands into her pockets and withdrew a crumpled piece of paper. "What's the odds?" She snorted as she examined the map. "It's the same thing as our text message. Wanna bet the dice roll was rigged?"

He grinned. "You're going to bet me broke."

The two didn't think much of their situation as they lightheartedly joked around while following the text on their phones' directions. They didn't notice anything out of the ordinary as it brought them to an empty classroom at the end of the hall. They didn't suspect anything as they moved to open the door, only to find it locked.

Reese jiggled the doorknob. "That's weird," he muttered. "I'm sure it leads to here so why...?"

"Kick it down," (Y/n) suggested. "Do it, do it, do it—"

The redhead smirked, mischief dancing in his emerald eyes. He took a step back. "This...is...SPARTA!" He ran forward with a battle cry, leaping up and slamming his foot into the door. Much to both of their surprises, the door rattled and flew open.

His eyes were wide as he stared at his hands and then at the girl beside him. "Maybe I have some kind of hidden power after all...!"

The (h/c)-haired girl rolled her eyes and stepped into the room. "A fluke, I say. That was a fluke!"

"Hey!" He jogged to her side. "I'm very strong, thank you very—"

She raised her hand to hush him and instinctively stepped back. "Shh," she whispered. "I think someone's here."

The room was clad in darkness, the only light coming from the hallway of the opened door. The blinds were drawn and shut, the windows sealed as to prevent anyone from escaping. Empty desks stood scattered haphazardly across the ground like a class of ghost students had risen all at once, and then ran out in a panic.

The clock was the only sound in the room other than their breathing. (Y/n) wasn't sure what made her believe someone else was there with them. She didn't see anyone, but that didn't mean someone wasn't hiding in ambush. Or maybe it was just Mrs. Richards' haunted tone getting to her nerves. But for some reason, the shadows looked darker than ever, and the cold atmosphere felt tenser than before.

Reese seemed to pick on the same things she did. He stepped forward, pushing her back and shielding her with his body. "Should we go or stay?" He whispered.

"We kinda have to stay," she said back. "The rules said so."

"Then I'll go first." The redhead looked conflicted as he summoned the willpower to take another step into the ominous-feeling room despite its seemingly harmless appearance. "S-stay near the door, (N/n). Just in case something closes it. Like you know, in the movies."

"Okay..." (Y/n) watched with concern as he began weaving through the tables, ducking under them in search of their next card, as the message had promised. There was nothing.

"Maybe it's near the teacher's desk?" She suggested. His eyes flickered up at her voice and he nodded.

"Yeah, I'll try that."

The red-haired male straightened and went towards the cluttered English teacher's table. (Y/n) was about to let out a sigh of relief she had been holding in, sure that it was over and they could get the hell out from this place.

But Fortuna never did smile kindly down at the (h/c)-haired girl.

Reese's face blanched in horror as he jumped back, seeing something he shouldn't have behind the teacher's table.

"...Nicholas?"

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It was late in the afternoon, the period between the beginning of the night and the end of the afternoon called dusk when a group of girls bursts into a certain dorm room in Winter Dorm, falling over in a giggling heap on the bed.

Well, all but one were giggling. (Y/n) was groaning as the combined weights of the other three girls nearly snapped her spine in half.

"Guess what I heard from Isla," Lucinda began coyly, her eyebrows waggling. "Someone's about to get some—"

The purple-haired girl shrieked and threw a pillow in the blonde's face. "That was so not what I said!" Lucinda fell over with peals of laughter.

Carmen threw a chip in her mouth. "Okay, so, what's happening? Is Grayson gay or European now?"

"W-we aren't talking about Reese!" Isla spluttered, her face bright red. She took another of her pillows in her shared dorm suite with Lucinda and smacked the brunette with it. "Don't eat your crisps on my bed!"

"Oi, don't get physical, girl," Carmen protested with a mouthful of snacks, trying to protect her chip bags with her arms. "Aight, you can stop now! I'll get off!" She scrambled off the bed and sat on the floor, still surrounded by her snack bags. "Happy now?"

"Better than you filling my room up with bubbles."

"Hey, that was one phase, okay? I didn't want to smoke so I decided to try bubbles. They're the same thing, right? Things come out of a stick."

(Y/n) snuck a candy bar from an opened bag on the floor. "Do bubbles give you lung cancer?"

Carmen thought for a while. "No, you idiot. They give you bubble cancer, obviously."

"Okay, anyway," Lucinda interrupted before the brunette got philosophical. "It's time for the talk, girls—"

"Aw, sheet," Carmen groaned, falling over onto her back. "Not this again."

"How could you say that, Carms? Don't you also have a crush or two? On Leon, right?"

The brown-haired girl rolled her eyes. "It's not a crush, you fool. I respect the dude like how I respect the Rock and how you used to be a huge James Charles fan—"

"That was just a phase," Lucinda smiled sweetly. "We don't talk about that."

Carmen shared a what-the-f*ck face with (Y/n) and shrugged, choosing to distract herself with her chips instead.

"Starting with Isla," the blonde continued. She lied down on the lavender bed and propped her head up with her hands. "Spill."

"Bro, I mean," Carmen interjected. "I'm fine, y'know. I don't really need to hear all the mushy sappy sh*t that went on in your date. I'll be your best man at the wedding though—"

"It's decided. You're the flower girl."

"HEY! I called being the best man! I thought (Y/n) was the flower girl!"

"Of course not," (Y/n) scoffed. "I'm the ring bearer, giver, something."

The taller girl made a disgruntled sound and threw a handful of chips at the two. "I hate you guys. I ain't wear your deathtraps no matter what. Nuh-uh, this girl don't do corsets."

"Honey...no one's making you wear a corset. And I only own like what, twenty pairs?"

Twenty corsets? (Y/n) nearly choked on her candy bar. First, she carries rope everywhere in her bag and now she owns a lifetime supply of corsets? What's next, a secret collection of torture instruments? She tugged her turtleneck collar further up her throat.

"Don't think you're getting out of this one this time, Isla," Lucinda teased the purple-haired girl. "How did it go? And you two, (Y/n). You probably asked our boy, didn't you?"

"Yeah," the (h/c)-haired girl admitted. "He was super vague though. He said you went to the movies then out to eat. I tried asking him for the details but he got embarrassed and hung up. Is that a good thing?"

"Ah—well, at least the two aren't fighting like usual. How about you, Isla?"

The purple-haired girl looked up and let go of her hair, revealing her still blushing face. "I-It was nice," she said shyly. "We didn't argue once. Rees—um, Grayson did say I looked...pretty—"

"The mushiness!" Carmen screeched. "ARGH! Make it stop!"

Lucinda threw a pillow at her. "Shut up, Carms! I love you and all, but I gotta hear this."

"But why? All this sweetness is giving me cavities! And Isla looks like she's about to faint!" She gestured wildly towards the said girl. Sure enough, Isla's face was flaming and she had buried her face into her pillow, screaming gibberish into it.

"Let's give her some time," Lucinda sweatdropped. Her aquamarine eyes lit up and made a beeline towards a certain (h/c)-haired girl who jumped at the sudden attention.

(Y/n) swallowed the last of her sweet treat fearfully. "W-what do you want?"

"(Y/n)..." Even Carmen's face was filled with wicked delight. Isla finally looked up, her eyes sparkling with interest. Whatever the three girls were plotting, it filled (Y/n)'s stomach with a sinking feeling of dread. "Please, no—"

"What's this I hear about you spending time with the P4?!" Lucinda jumped over and wrestled her into a chokehold before she could escape. A gleeful grin danced on the blonde's lips. "Who knew our strange alien named (Y/n) was actually a player~?" The joke made Isla giggle and Carmen guffaw. "Tell us! How did it happen?"

"I can't tell you something that didn't happen!" (Y/n) shrieked, hitting the other girl's arm that was under her neck. "L-lemme go!"

Lucinda released her with a laugh. "What happened to 'relationships are a pain,' (Y/n)?"

"It shows that the P4 are more skilled than we thought," Carmen whispered. "Damn. True grandmasters of uh, s-sedation?"

"It's seduction, Carms."

(Y/n) coughed and patted down her hair. "Girls are scary," she muttered under her breath. And then in a louder voice, "Nothing 'happened' between us. Jay and I are friends—heck, you guys are probably friends with him now—and the rest of them are my project partners. Well, except Po—Tristan. He's my tutor. You know, in that program I told you guys about?"

"Are you sureee nothing is going on?" Lucinda teased with a knowing look. "Jay seems awfully attached to you though~"

"I will smack you upside down and spin you around until you get your eyes checked. We have a purely platonic relationship."

"What~? Boo, boring." The blonde sighed and rested her head on Isla's lap. "And here I am, the complete opposite of you guys. Why do I hang out with you again?"

"I ask myself that every day," Carmen muttered. She was awarded another pillow thrown at her face. "Ow!"

"That's because you make up for our boring love lives with yours," Isla giggled, pinching the blonde's nose. "What about you? How's it going with, um..."

"Ah, him?" Lucinda sat up and leaned back against the pillows. "I broke up with him. He was cheating behind my back."

The cheery atmosphere dampened. "O-oh," the purple-haired girl quieted, suddenly feeling guilty. "I'm sorry—"

"Don't be," she waved it off. "I never liked that guy anyway." It was true; Lucinda didn't look especially hurt as she inspected her nails. "I think I'm done with fooling around for the time being. I'm going to take a break. It's hard to find a fun guy these days."

"What about that one," Carmen piped up. "The Japanese-English dude. Kieran Fu—F...F*ckboy?"

Darn it, I should've recorded that! (Y/n) could only imagine the look on the white-haired male's face if he heard that. "Sno—um, Kieran's a player," she said. "It's not a good idea to hook up with him."

"I wasn't planning on doing it anyway," Lucinda said. "I've seen too many girls crying to know to stay away. I'm more for the puppy kind of guy, you know? It's cute at first before it gets annoying."

"So you mean Jay?"

The blonde made a face. "Didn't you hear the part about the crying? The P4 are not people I'd want to mess with, thank you very much. Those b*tches can whine and cry about them all they want. I don't want a part of it."

Her face turned teasing again. "The cold prince, the lonely one, the dark and reckless one, and the bad boy...you've got them all around your little finger, huh, (Y/n)?"

(Y/n) looked down at her hands. "I got who on what now?"

"We heard about your...outing with Kieran!" Isla managed to stop her blushing and add. "Why didn't you tell us! Tell us everything, every single juicy detail." Lucinda nodded eagerly.

"Bro, that was a kidnapping," (Y/n) put her hands up. "What, are you going to make me tell you everything that happened if I ever get kidnapped?"

"Fineee, at least tell us where you went!"

She relented under their sparkling eyes. "The carnival," she sighed. "We got some food, rode some rides—"

"I know what else she could be riding," Lucinda giggled.

"—Okay, let's not, Lucy. And we also saw a circus. The end, end of story."

"Whaaat, that's it?" The blonde looked disappointed. "No passionate kiss in the sunset? No staring into each other's eyes until you get lost in his deep, soulful, golden orbs? Where's the action? Where's the passion? Aww, I was expecting more from Kieran."

"I'm betting on Jay," Isla grinned.

Carmen snorted and popped a few more chips into her mouth. "Nah, bro. It gotta be Matthews or Knight. I'm leaning towards Matthews."

(Y/n) felt a little weirded out. "Why do you guys sound like you want me to get together with one of them?"

"I don't have a choice," Lucinda pouted. "You always turn away at relationships. So I thought if it's you and Kieran, you guys might actually have something."

"This isn't one of your clichéd books where the good girl changes the bad boy," the (h/c)-haired girl scoffed. "Real life doesn't work that way. People don't change."

"Again, you and that mindset. People do change, (Y/n)." Lucinda's eyes seemed to become twin mirrors and in those aquamarine depths, the other girl could see her reflection. Skeptical, confused, and disbelieving. "You'll see. Love changes people..."

And brings their worst out.

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A/N: I just realized something. This is going to be a long book again :/ Limerance is only at the middle :/ isn't that great :/

Here's your ticket to a possibly lethal de—er, scavenger hunt ^0^)/



When you realize Tristan is supposed to have an IQ of 180. Time to think of smart people ways to kill people 😔 My search history isn't going to look very pretty. Kidding, they'll be mostly original.