Chapter 9

But I knew a fat man, covered in grease, hidden inside the bed.

He's concealed himself so well, almost as if he were dead. An ordinary person would never notice him.

But as a thief, I'm incredibly sensitive to people's breathing, heartbeats, and touch.

Well, well, well.

You thought you could use this fat man to kill me?

Let's see about that!

That day, I put in extra effort, even earning praise from Lavender for my skills.

Of course, she was more than happy to loudly compliment me.

After all, our goal was to provoke the fat man hiding in the bed.

Speaking of Woodrow.

He, Lavender, and I were all classmates.

He wasn't always fat, just a bit creepy.

Woodrow had good grades in middle school, even won awards for his essays and poems.

But he shouldn't have harassed Lavender—the woman I had my eye on.

He wrote notes to Lavender.

Saying stuff like how incredibly beautiful she was, how her scent was like jasmine, soft and alluring.

It was disgusting!