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Chapter 7 : President L

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  For a few minutes, I stared at my reflection in the mirror of the comfort room. I tilted my head as I pulled the strands of my hair one by one for inspection. I muttered every single curse I knew while trying to wash all the sticky sauce away by just using the faucet.

  Damn that red witch back there. She made me look like a freaking psychopath killer. The spaghetti noodles and fries look like the intestines of the person I killed earlier. While the sauce, along with the barbeque powder, serves as the blood. Like, what the fuck? I imagine such weird things because I don't know what the hell will I do to get rid of all this mess I have. Darn it.

  I can't go home to the dorm to change my uniform because the class isn't over yet. The vast gate of this building is still locked, so apparently, I'm left with no choice but to stay in here and clean myself inside this bloody-smelling-comfort room.