#escfiction

     The library is a place that calls to the assassin.

     And how could it not? After all, for someone like him, he needs all the knowledge the library has to offer. Amami needs all the information he can get. Even if the others don’t know why, it’s important that he gets it as soon as he can.

     Any bit helps. Little pieces can add up to create a full picture, and give him an idea of what he can do.

     (You choose this path for yourself after all. All so that they would be saved. And what do you have to show for it? The blood that stains your hands, and taints your soul.)

     He shakes his head, as if to get rid of those thoughts. Like they would go away so easily. It’s all he’s thought about since he’s began this path. A bloodstained path, the deaths of countless others all his fault.

     (Is this path that he’s on for the better?)

     The door to the library opens, and he turns to see who’s entered. At the entrance stands Shuichi Saihara, the Ultimate Librarian. It shouldn’t be a surprise to see him here, and yet it is at the same time. Still, he could’ve ran into someone else, so he’ll take it.

     “And a one and two and- AH!”

     It’s with a startled yelp that she goes down, a small ‘oof’ escaping the dancer’s lips once she’s on the ground. At least this time it’s not a serious fall, a quick glance over herself and checking for injuries tells her that. A bit of pain from it, but nothing that won’t go away in a few hours. She’ll be fine.

     Still...it’s not like I don’t have a luxury of time but...

     Alyssa sighs, lying down on her back and looking up at the sky, sighing softly to herself. Sure, she’s a student here, at Hope’s Peak Academy of all places (a dream come true for so many) but she still feels like she has something to prove. That out of anyone they could’ve scouted for this year, it was her. That she was given the chance to be here and given the title she has (and she wears it with pride of course) but...there’s something that comes with that.

     With this title comes a lot of pressure. That she has to own up to it and she’s not allowed to let people down. She doesn’t want to of course but that doesn’t mean those thoughts don’t slip in from time to time. She loves dancing with all her heart and she wants to show that she deserves this title and this chance, despite all of her doubts and worries.

     “Oh well...that’s why I keep practicing of course...” And speaking of she should get back to it. She pushes herself up to a sitting position, stretches a bit and then stands up, ready to get back to dancing when...