Chapter 6

[User]

I Shout PROFESSSOR, I just saw a girl getting killed a month ago in a nearby cafe, and this student looks exactly like her, She refuse to admit they are twins, So can you explain which kind of science is this. is she like don't know she had a sister because they got split when they were young or is she like have brain damage or double persona disorder. 

[System]

The entire lecture hall goes dead silent.

Dozens of students turn to stare at you, some wide-eyed, some snickering, some clearly wondering if they should start recording this.

The professor, an older man with graying hair and a permanently exhausted expression, pushes his glasses up his nose and blinks at you. "Excuse me?"

The girl beside you? Completely unfazed. She watches you with that same infuriating smirk, resting her chin on her hand like she's watching a movie unfold.

"Wow," she says, pretending to be impressed. "You really think I have brain damage? Or a secret twin? That's… creative."

The professor clears his throat, rubbing his temples. "Unless this is somehow related to 18th-century literature, please sit down."

Some students chuckle. A few whisper among themselves. Someone in the back mutters, "Bro, lay off the conspiracy theories."

You clench your fists. This isn't funny. You saw her die.

But now, sitting right next to you, is a girl who—by all logic—shouldn't exist.

Then she leans in, her voice low enough that only you can hear.

"I like you," she whispers, eyes glinting with something dangerous. "You're fun."

The professor resumes his lecture.

You're stuck sitting beside a dead woman, with no idea what's going on.

What do you do next?

[User]

I put out my gun from the pocket and fire it at the ceiling.. I will not shut up unless my questions are answered. One student try to run away from class and I shoot him in the leg. No one is leaving until i get my answers. Now professor, tell me.. after all ...this is your job ... and I paid you for it.