The day started like any other,
I woke up, bathed, and made my way to class as early as usual.
As I sat on my chair, countless murmurs entered my ears.
"Have you heard?"
"Heard about what?"
"The family of Coldfeather is throwing a celebration for Cassandra's 18th Birthday this weekend."
"Damn, I bet that's going to be a huge party,"
"Yeah, shame only nobles are invited though."
A sigh left my mouth.
It seems the time for rest is now over.
The birthday that started with laughter yet ended with a slaughter,
Will happen a week from now.
I have to stop it.
But as expected as described in the novel only those of noble status can enter.
How the hell am I supposed to get in?
As I ponder quietly in my seat.
"Mornin, Troi,"
I heard a voice from below.
As I turned my head towards it, two pairs of silver eyes met my gaze.
It was Wyatt,
Inwardly I uttered a smile.
I stood up from my seat and started to approach him.
"Yo, Wyatt,"
"Yeah?"
"Did you hear about the event this weekend?"
"Event? Oh, Cassandra's Birthday?
"Yeah, you going?"
"I-I'm not really into parties anymore,"
"Huh? Why?"
"Uhhhh..."
"He got traumatized last time,"
I then hear a familiar voice behind me.
I turned my head and it was Mark and Kyle.
"I can still remember the poor look on the girl's face as Wyatt's vomit-"
"Tha-that's enough Mark!,"
They both uttered a chuckle seeing Wyatt's reddened face.
"Yeah, that's basically why I don't want to go parties anymore, Troi,"
"What about you guys?" I say as I turn my head toward Mark and Kyle.
"You bet your ass we're going,"
"We're not missing on that high-quality wine bro,"
They were both smiling clearly excited about the upcoming party.
"What about you, Troi?" Wyatt asked me from the side.
"I also want to go but only nobles are invited are allowed to come,"
"Don't worry about that, man, you don't really look like one and if you come with us no one will ask about it,"
"Thanks for the compliment, Kyle, hmmm, sure, I'll be in your care."
Nice, with that, I have a way to enter, the only thing I need now, is to prepare.
"Mark here will teach you a foolproof tactic on picking up girls,"
"It's called the 'Have you met tactic', it works 80% of the time,"
I utter a chuckle as I remember a show from my past life.
"Let me guess, you'll walk up to a random girl, tap her on the shoulder and ask, "Have you met, Troi?",
"WHAT? How'd you know?"
"Just a random guess,"
"He-hey guys,"
We all then looked at Wyatt, his reddened face was looking at the side.
"I changed my mind, I'll also go,"
Mark and Wyatt let out a cheer,
While I utter a chuckle,
Poor, Wyatt, peer pressure got to him.
But the smile on my face slowly went away.
For a brief moment, I almost forgot about the reality of what will happen at that party.
A week,
That's all the time I have to prepare.
It seems it's time to don the mask once again.
But then I was snapped out of my thoughts as I felt someone tapping my shoulder.
As I turn my head,
What the f*ck?
A girl with hair white as her skin and eyes deep as the ocean lay before me.
The first heroine of this damned novel.
Gwen Lynine.
Seeing her up this close, countless questions rang in my mind.
Why in the world did she approach me?
Did I step on a flag or something?
What the hell?
I quickly composed myself and opened my mouth.
"What's up?" I ask her.
She didn't reply and instead took something from her bracelet.
As it left the spacial storage,
My eyes widened.
That handle, that design.
They seem familiar,
Wait...
My eyes widened as I got a clearer look.
There's no way...
Hold up....
AINT NO WAYYYY!
THAT"S MY F*CKING SHOTGUN.
My entire body hardened like a statue.
How the hell did she find that?
WHAT IS MY LUCK?
"I was told that this belonged to you?" She said as she offered me the double-barreled boom stick in her hand.
Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit,
Flag Alert! Flag Alert! Flag Alert!
Gwen will definitely be curious about me now,
F*CK
Come on, Troi,
THINK!
How can you make Gwen lose interest in you?
Come on...
Yet no matter how hard I tried, my mind was blank.
Ah, f*ck it.
[Mind of a Murderer has been activated]
"O-oh!, yeah, that's mine!"
"Tha-Thanks for Finding it,"
"Yeah, no problem." Her eyes narrowed at me.
"Sa-say, you wanna go for a drink and talk about guns after class?"
My entire body felt cold as her gaze pierced through me.
"No, thanks," She replied without any emotion and quickly left.
My dull eyes became alive again as she did.
[Mind of the Murderer cannot be activated after 24 hours]
It worked.
A sigh of relief left my mouth.
"Dude,"
"I think you need a full session from Mark, what the hell was that bro,"
My face reddened quite a bit remembering how cringy I was.
And the teasing from Kyle did not help one bit to calm my mind.
"Nah, I think he needs more than one session bro, he would need a 10-year course."
"Bro I think you're going to die as a virgin if you talk to girls like that,"
"Shut the f*ck up, guys," I say as I cover my face with one of my hands.
All of them were giggling at me but then Wyatt opened his mouth,
"I think you'll have a better chance at being gay bro,"
"If u want, I'll gladly give you a kiss,"
They all erupted in laughter.
I slowly turned my head at Wyatt.
"Do you want to get shot?"