Before reading

Ebi looked at herself in the mirror. She was unsettled by Dean's presence slowly emerging from the darkness behind her. He smiled at her and approached.

It was easy, she thought. "He picked a victim for his revenge, he was slick enough to be played along. It was to be expected, no one would like to be the outcast or the outcast of an entire school."

Ebi watched as Dean's reflection pulled out a razor and ran it over his face. He stared at her and she endured the pain to let the blood paint her.

One thing was clear:
Ebi's fear had to be stronger than the thought of revenge toward Dean.