Damon walked back to his room, completely lost in thought. People stepped out of his way with terrified expressions as they noted the warm blood still dripping from the tip of his blade.
The name given to him by the man echoed in his head, playing on repeat like a broken record player. No matter how much he thought it through, against everyone else, it was one person he didn't expect it to be.
He arrived in front of his room without realising, standing there for a moment longer than necessary before entering.
As he stepped inside, he was caught slightly off guard to see Hana still inside his room, lying on his bed, out of which she only rose when she realised he was there.
"You're back already–" her words died quickly as she accidentally read his mind. "No... That's not–"
"It is. I have an ability that tells me if someone is telling the truth. The man wasn't lying."
Hana sat up fully, her notebook sliding off the bed onto the floor.
