Redo of a Romanceless Author’s Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth Chapter 56

Chapter 56. Confronted by an Assassin.

I had a weird dream.

A dream where I returned to my youth.

I had a second chance at it… right after a nightmare where I found myself with a blood-stained knife through my chest.

When I awoke from that nightmare, I found myself in a classroom where I t my first horoom teacher from high school.

Imdiately after that… I t her.

Rosa Scarletyse.

The one who beca my first girlfriend in life.

Then sothing absurd happened, the clues I had all led to believe she was an assassin. Even now, I still find that hard to believe. I an, an assassin? Isn’t that a bit outdated?

Assassins being a thing in this modern day and age where they should long be extinct, wasn’t that just utter nonsense? In my first ti through high school, it was completely normal, I didn’t notice sothing ridiculous like my classmate secretly being an assassin.

But… I couldn’t completely deny the possibility as I’d shut my eyes to the world around when I was in high school. If I’d opened my eyes back then and searched for such abnormalities, would I have discovered that there was an actually interesting world out there the entire ti?

If I hadn’t had my head down only focusing on my grades, just trying to survive, barely getting by from one day to the next, all alone by myself in the cruel reality I was bestowed, would I have seen things differently?

Who really knows?

My eyes slowly opened and I was faced with the reality I was currently trying to escape from.

The facts were staring straight in the face.

A handso man dressed in all black was seated on a couch in front of with his legs arrogantly crossed one over the other. He had red hair and scarlet eyes. They truly reminded of my girlfriend.

“Are you prepared to die, boy?” The man asked coldly with a terrifying grin on his face.

My lips spasd uncontrollably as a bead of sweat trickled down the side of my face and fell to the ground. The atmosphere was tense, the air dry, it was suffocating being stared down by this man. When the drop of sweat landed on the ground, in this dead silence, you could actually hear it.

“Sir, don’t you think you’re overreacting a bit here?”

How did I find myself in this awkward standoffish confrontation? Well, I’d need to go back to the beginning of winter break.