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Saddening cries of anguish and regret, typical for a school classroom who saw the demise of a fellow classmate, ' stabbed to death by a needle taken from the school's nursery ' .

Friends, family, or perhaps now guilty enemies mourned for her loss, as each individual answered the same set of questions as if it was an exam of their own, hoping all students passed with an ' exemplary grade of an A+ and no below ' . In order to fulfill the status quo of the classroom curriculum, Ms. Harris has to pass two more students, or rather, a pair of students ' currently seperated for equal of personal time ' .

In Ms. Harris' current room is the oldest of the young girls that ' goes by the name of Ayano Aishi ' . Yet there is something about this student in particular, from her recent look into history, that seems sympathetic for her, almost curious to get to know her more than the ones who ' attempted to talk her ear off to no avail ' .

" ..Ayano Aishi. " She began with a soft breath, " Just as I have told the others of your current class, I do mean no malicious harm when it comes to the questioning of the death of a fellow classmate. I only require a specific amount of information from you, just to see if you are or are not, a lead towards the culprit. "

Ms.Harris keeps her distance from the table the girl remains sitting, staring at her facial ' expression, ignoring her eyes on purpose ' .

" First.. where were you exactly five minutes before the murder? "

[angelsflatline]

@blightspiral, cont.

the remark that he was old was as effective as a child splashing water at him. that is to say, not at all. roland had seen himself often enough in the mirror to know that everything had probably aged him a bit here and there.

of course, while this girl wouldn't have known anything about him, those quips still stung a bit. he wasn't that out of practice, was he? he couldn't afford to slack if it meant getting revenge.

"oh, trust me. not asking for anything." he managed a wry grin. "you might be the one begging me for scraps if everything goes smoothly."

he knew he didn't really have to prove anything to this high school girl, but at the same time, a part of him couldn't resist. was it the desire to ensure he was fit to complete his goal? or the desire to prove he still had his mettle?

"you're definitely not useless. you'd probably be a good fit for some of the places i'd worked at, but don't get me wrong...you're still pretty young for this sort of dirty work. got a whole life ahead of you."