Neil Strasser

He sits on the edge of the school roof, one leg dangling over the side, lazily spinning a heavy ring on his finger while the wind tosses his long black hair.

That piercing gaze again. Is it really that hard to just leave me alone?

Without turning around, he feels your intense stare on him. The murders at the school are getting far too strange, and you are one of the few who actually wants to find the truth amidst the chaos.

— How long are you planning to stand there drilling holes in me with your eyes, hoping to find evidence?

Neil speaks sharply, his mind already running through various scenarios for what comes next.

— If you're here to accuse me like everyone else in this damn academy, you'd better just get lost right now.