Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 328

A few moments later, the glass door cracked open, and a girl practically bolted out, her clothes utterly disheveled.

Mina clearly hadn't anticipated this and stood frozen in shock, the tips of her ears burning bright red.

Vivienne turned to watch the girl scurry away. Was that... Mira Easton?

"Hey! Mina. They haven't even handed out the invites for the freshmen yet. What brings you out here to play?"

The boy leaning against the doorway had his hair slicked back and a lean, muscular build. His shirt was unbuttoned down to his chest, radiating an air of complete, lazy arrogance.

Vivienne shot him a quick, appraising look.

Kael Kenyon. The youngest son of the newly powerful Garland family. He and Preston Everhart were two sides of the same toxic coin. If Preston committed murder, Kael lit the match; if Preston robbed a house, Kael burned it to the ground.

"Well, well. A new face?"

Mina immediately stepped squarely in front of him, blocking his view. "She's Alaric Ravenshire's sister."

The predatory gleam in Kael's eyes vanished instantly. He laughed loudly. "I'm not a monster, what are you so nervous for? Out with it. What do you need?"

"I need to leave campus," Mina said. "I was hoping you could help me out."

Kael raised an eyebrow. "Sneaking out behind your family's back?"

Mina didn't answer.

Kael looked her up and down. "I mean, it's not impossible, but you have to tell me where you're going. If something happens to you and Old Man Blackthorne finds out I helped, I'm a dead man."

Mina thought for a second. "I'm heading to Stormhollow Central High."

"Stormhollow Central High?" Kael frowned, then his face split into a knowing smirk. "I get it. You've got a boyfriend. Sneaking out to see your secret lover?"

Mina gave a stiff nod. "...Yes."

Kael shifted his gaze to Vivienne. "And what about you?"

Vivienne didn't miss a beat. "I'm also going to see my boyfriend."

"Three o'clock direction. Kill number seven. Fire."

Bang—

A gunshot cracked over the headset, and the screen in front of him instantly splashed red with blood.

"WIN!"

"Preston!"

The two sounds echoed in his ears simultaneously.

Preston pulled off the headset and pressed a button on the remote resting on the table. The glass door slid open with a soft hum.

Kael strolled in, glancing casually at the massive screen. "Whoa! Sixteen kills. Total annihilation."

Preston was playing The Coliseum, the hottest live-action murder game currently running on the dark web. The "Masters" controlled the players in the arena via voice command, meaning those sixteen kills were sixteen very real human lives. Preston had been playing for a long time; treating human life like trash had become second nature to him, and the thrill was long gone.