Sehyun's POV
"Not them. Not you. Not even me," Sensei murmured beside my ear. We remained in that position, his hands caged around me and mine hanging stiffly by my side.
He let go afterwards, seeing that I didn't move. "I'll go fix my face." He slowly turned and left, his shoulders hanging low—defeated.
I exhaled shakily, letting out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding the entire time.
My head didn't hurt anymore, and the voices…they seemed to have gone to rest—but I knew it was only for a brief moment.
I got down from the counter and crouched, picking up the knife with trembling hands. I hurriedly tossed it into the sink and rushed outside, properly observing my house.
I hadn't been here for a week, but my house was oddly tidy—not a single speck of dust anywhere.
Was it Sensei?
Then—
"You should wash up," Sensei suddenly said from behind me. I jolted, turning to look at him. "W-wash up?" My ears seemed to fail me.
