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Chapter 12

Y/N: Sensitive spot, got it... I won't pry any further for now. Just remember that concealing your emotions will make them burst. You need to get it off your chest somehow.

Calmly handing her a piece of advice, he searched in his pockets and pulled out a small white box. With meticulous movements, he opened it with a single hand and reached inside. Hearing the small noises, the youkai peeked behind her and saw the man looking back at her in surprise.

Y/N: ...What?

Koishi: What is that?

The librarian was holding something in his mouth and holding a lighter in the other one. Rolling his eyes and took it out of his mouth and gave her the short explanation.

Y/N: Cigarettes, got them from bodies of previous guests.

Koishi: ?

Y/N: Helps me compensate the nightmares and my lack of sleep. Plus, at this rate, I won't live long enough to get lung cancer.

Approaching the meek flame of the lighter closer, he took a deep breath of the poison residing inside and stared into the void, trying to forget the many scenes of betrayal he went through, all of them involving him being the cause of everyone's death.

Koishi: What does it taste like?

Y/N: Like crap, stay away from those things, they'll kill you faster than your boredom here.

Aware of the danger hidden inside, he immediately tried to keep her away from it. If someone had to die from it, then it should be him, the one that deserves the most painful and slowest death.

Koishi: What should we do? Just wait for new guests?

Y/N: I wait for the guests, you don't have to be here. Go enjoy life and visit some friends, I dunno.

To be honest, he simply wanted her as far as possible from this place. The last thing he wanted to see was her stumbling into the witch that mutated into a puppet, she might get caught in the crossfire.

Koishi: I said that we should do this together, I'm staying!

Y/N: *Mumble* Your funeral then.

He didn't really mean those words but it was a habit, used to seeing reckless people dying in front of him. Yet, even the courageous and selfless ones were gobbled up by the world on the other side of the door, literally.

Y/N's mind: The question is when that witch's gonna come back, I need to be ready for her return.

He went through many plans while still finishing the smoke that he had begun. Closing the package, he slid it back inside the coat along with the lighter. Finally done, due to a lack of bin in the library, he was forced to toss it on the ground before stomping on the remains.

...Not like it mattered, this cursed room could go to flames and it would still remain functional.

Koishi: Oh, I know, I'm gonna go get something from my house, stay here!

Curious, he watched her leave the library without batting an eye, tiredness depriving him of many things to actually make him care about details. Half awake, he dropped a yawn and leaned inside the chair, now creating creaking noises.

Y/N: That's not good, maybe I sh-

Snapping in half, the man dropped to the floor. Some groans of pain were heard around him, nothing too surprising after what happened. He stood up and turned his eyes to the now broken chair, giving it a good kick out of frsutration. It leaned to the side and fell down with a loud 'Thud'.