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The four of us stood around the unconscious teacher. He hadn’t moved in a good while, but his chest was heaving and his eyelids quivering.
“I say, we leave him here,” Astrid said. “He’s Shinigami, so, not my problem. Besides, I have class.”
“Oh, no. You’re not just getting out of it,” I warned. “This is all of our problem.”
“Ummm, I got nothing to do with this. I was just a bystander.” She turned around to leave, but Flavia interfered.
“You’re staying.”
My classmate sighed. “Why?”
“I don’t like Ylva right now, but she’s right. We were here, we saw it. We are responsible.”
I scratched the back of my neck. “But what do we do now?”
“We should alert a teacher,” Ryoko suggested. She was still visibly shaken, but she was holding her own.
Astrid sighed. “Fine. I can go get Professor
