The girl who'd kill me over nothing.
And if I so much as sat at the same table as Ryen?
She'd probably strangle me with a fork and smile while doing it.
No thanks. I wasn't about to lose my life just because I got roped into lunch plans.
She was a red flag—a bright, flaming one with sirens and warning signs. The kind of person you admire from a distance but never approach unless you had a death wish.
But that logic only worked for normal people.
If you were Ryen—the protagonist, the golden boy with plot armor thicker than steel—it was all fine.
She'd melt like butter around him.
Unfortunately, I wasn't Ryen.
Just as I was about to come up with some excuse to dodge this social landmine and eat alone in peace, someone walked up to us.
"I was waiting for you to show up, but you got here earlier than I expected."
I turned toward the voice—and instantly froze.
"Leon— I mean, Leon?"
