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Someone was breathing on her neck. At least, that's what it felt like. Something hovering around her. It had marked her as its target and was ruthlessly waiting for the opportune moment to attack. She glanced around, hoping to spot anything that would reassure her mind that she wasn't losing it. A bug, perhaps. A bug that was clearly asking to be squashed. But she only found silence. Just her still, silent classmates who were all staring up with glazed eyes at their rambling Seonsaeng. Park Haneul heard none of it. She rarely paid attention. Easily distracted. It was her excuse for everything. That or something along the lines of: 'School is