How to Escape from the Yandere’s Crazy Obsession - Chapter 111
Whoosh—
The rustling sound of the wind startled Leticia, and she quickly glanced around. She hadn’t noticed it before, but the pathway was eerily quiet. The stillness and silence made it feel like anything could happen without anyone knowing.
The threatening letter she had received a few days ago, filled with murderous intent, came to mind, and a wave of discomfort washed over her.
“…I should go back.”
Just as Leticia turned to head back to the dormitory, she sensed someone approaching nearby. She squinted, trying to make out the figure walking toward her.
‘Who could it be?’
At first, she thought it might be Vallon. But the person who emerged, wearing a bright yellow dress, was not him.
“Leticia!”
“Huh? Richelle…?”
The person who appeared from the dimly lit path was her close friend, Richelle.
“Leticia, what are you doing out here?”
For some reason, Richelle’s smile felt unfamiliar. Leticia couldn’t tell if it was because she had been suspicious of her lately or if Richelle’s expression was truly off.
Since that day, Leticia had been keeping her distance from Richelle. She thought it would be best to avoid her until the stalker was caught. Otherwise, she would keep doubting her closest friend.
Her mind was so clouded with anxiety that strange thoughts kept creeping in, making it hard to face Richelle. It seemed impossible that the person who had always supported her could be the one threatening her.
“I was just… thinking.”
Leticia subtly stepped back, trying to put some space between herself and Richelle.
“By yourself?”
Richelle glanced around the deserted pathway, checking the surroundings carefully. Seeing that there wasn’t a soul in sight, she smirked as if the situation played right into her hands.
“Yeah… I’ve had a lot on my mind.”
“Where’s Vallon?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t seen him all day.”
Now that she thought about it, Vallon, who usually stuck to her like glue, was nowhere to be found today.
“Did you have a fight?”
“No, I mean, what would I fight with him about?”
“Oh, I see. So, you’re alone now?”
A strange glint appeared in Richelle’s dark eyes as she smiled.
“Yeah.”
“Let’s go to your room, Leticia. I have something to tell you.”
Richelle casually led Leticia down a set of stairs, acting as though she had something important to discuss. The serious atmosphere Richelle created made Leticia tense up as well.
As they approached the stairs, Richelle’s pace noticeably slowed. By the time they reached the bottom, she stopped completely.
“Actually, we don’t need to go all the way to your room.”
Leticia turned to face Richelle, who had her head lowered. When she lifted her head, a chilling sensation crept over Leticia.
Richelle was looking at her with an expression she had never seen before.
Her lips curled unnaturally on one side, making it impossible to tell whether she was smiling or sneering. The typically sweet face of Richelle seemed to split apart, like a mask cracking open.
“Stop it.”
Richelle’s face, now twisted with hate and disgust, was unrecognizable.
“Richelle? What’s wrong?”
“Stop it.”
Richelle, muttering as though she were chanting a spell, no longer resembled the person Leticia once knew.
“What?”
“Stop pretending to be so nice, you filthy slvt! Die! Just die already!”
Leticia’s body was suddenly flung into the air, tumbling down the stairs.
It happened so fast that she didn’t even have time to scream. As she fell down the steep steps, all that came out of her mouth was a faint, breathless gasp. Even as she plummeted, Leticia locked eyes with Richelle, whose white eyes glinted with satisfaction.
Why is Richelle pushing me?
Even in the midst of her fall, Leticia couldn’t comprehend why her closest friend was pushing her with such murderous intent.
Richelle… was it you?
Why?
***
Everything began the previous winter break when Leticia’s family went bankrupt.
During that time, Richelle had been busier than ever. Why, you ask? Her parents were focused on making sure their daughter, now of marriageable age, would land a decent match. To do this, they dedicated themselves to improving her appearance.
“Richelle, pull the corset tighter and hold your breath for a bit longer!”
Richelle’s face was flushed red as she tried to endure the crushing pressure of the corset that felt like it was breaking her ribs.
“Ugh…! I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to faint, Mom!”
“How many times do I have to tell you? You don’t have a pretty face like Leticia, so your figure needs to be perfect! You need to tighten it more! Just hold on a little longer!”
Richelle’s family wasn’t particularly wealthy, and her looks were average at best. There was much that needed to be ‘improved’.
Richelle was well aware of this herself. She knew she wasn’t exceptionally beautiful. Her face wasn’t ugly, but it didn’t stand out either.
