The plan

Raze looked at the paper. He placed the top of the pen on it, and the ink slowly dropped out, creating a dot.

"My first issue is the fact that I was murdered," Raze said and wrote that down inside the book. He drew a line from the statement and started writing other things as well.

"The person that killed me was somehow able to enter my room through the wall," he said as he wrote it down.

He paused and lifted the pen, tapping it on his forehead twice. "I don't recall any student having such a magical ability from the book.

Maybe they didn't use it in the story, or they were never in the story's main line of plot, just side characters," he thought out loud.

He placed the pen back on the paper and continued to write. "This person is capable of entering a room undetected and has the calmness to kill someone and walk away." Raze wrote that down, read it again, and stared at the things he wrote.

"This barely narrows it down. I need more information. It could be a teacher," he said, but then he remembered the size of the footprints, and they were pretty small, like a student's feet.

"It's still possible that they belong to a teacher, maybe one with pretty small feet, or a woman. But a woman wouldn't wear that type of shoe—not normally—but she would need something comfortable to commit such a crime," Raze said, and then he wrote everything down, putting all his thoughts on paper.

He tapped his pen on the paper. He felt he was missing something that could help this whole thing move faster. Was it motive? Nah, a lot of people had the motive to kill him. He had become a mega ass in the last few months.

"Sigh, that's enough for now. The killer can wait. There's a more pressing issue right now," Raze said. When day broke, he would be in a different level of trouble, and the killer would no longer matter.

"Annabell. She is the only one that knows I set up the whole thing yesterday, the only one the school would actually believe.

For now, I'm the prime suspect, and that's an issue. Even if I kill her, they'll think I did it to cover my tracks. How do I carry this out without anyone knowing it's me?" Raze asked. He flipped to the next page and tapped his pen against the paper as he thought, leaving ink dots.

"Framing. I could frame someone," he said after the idea popped into his head, "someone random, someone that no one can actually trace back to me."

He wrote that down as fast as he got the idea and then started thinking of how to actually execute it. From the book, Annabell was in the nurse's office, resting there after her treatments.

But she was guarded, as the school believed that it was not safe to leave her without protection after someone tried to kill her.

But Raze wasn't worried, because he also knew something from the book that would literally allow him to carry out the operation without an issue.

So he started writing again.

"This world has a similar time frame as Earth. The author made it that way, and three hours after midnight, the guard needs to go take a piss, and that's the opening," Raze wrote that down.

In the novel, it was within that opening that Raze went to kill the girl, but immediately after he entered, the MC came in a few seconds later to check on her as well and saw Raze.

"The MC, that idiot, will be coming within that time frame. I could frame him. No, that's too easy. Also, I doubt that will be enough to take him down.

He can just say that he saw someone come in and he followed to check. He could lie his way out."

Raze tapped the pen on the book again. "Fine, someone else will have to take the fall," he said and got up from his chair. He ripped out the pages that he wrote on, folded the book, and then put it in his trouser pockets.

He didn't want to make the mistake of letting it just lie around for someone to see.

"System, show me my mana."

[80/100]

"Not yet full. It does refill by itself like I expected, but it takes some time to get filled up. Either way, this should work."

He walked to his cupboard, opened it, and moved his clothes to the side. There was a small pocket knife there, the one that he used to try and kill the girl in the story. He picked it up and carefully placed it in his trouser pocket.

He drew a deep breath and carefully opened the room door, quietly leaving the room. He walked into the hallway and locked his door with the key before placing it into his pocket and then activating the lock formation by placing his hand on the knob, and it absorbed some of his mana.

He walked through the hallway as quietly as he could, not wanting to make a single sound. His aim was the last room before the stairs.

He made it to the room, and then he used Spatial Zone. The pulse went out, and he could see the person sleeping on the bed—the perfect target.

But the person was sleeping, so he walked to the door and knocked on it loud enough to wake the person up.

Because the hallway was dark at night, no light turned on. He wasn't too scared of anyone else coming out of their rooms, since they wouldn't be able to see his face.

After knocking the first time, the boy didn't wake up, so he knocked again and then again. Finally, the boy dragged himself from his bed and started heading to the door while mumbling curses at whoever was at the door.

He got to the door in anger and didn't even ask who was there. He started unlocking the door. Raze quickly hid at the side. The door opened, and the boy looked outside.