The Crimson Redemption
Language: en
During the break between classes, my desk mate nudged me gently. "Do you have... you know? Can I borrow one?" Seeing her awkward, squirming expression, I understood immediately. Just as I was about to reach for a pad, strange bullet comments—like a livestream chat—suddenly floated across my vision: [Lily, don't lend it to her!] [The school bully is going to snatch it. Sarah won't admit she asked for it; she'll tell everyone the blood on the back of your pants is yours!] [Because of this one pad, in a month, you’ll go insane, and Sarah will die.] ... Despite the frantic warnings…