THE RECORD: From Behind The Camera, He Keeps Watching
CHAPTER 6: The Plan (Part 2)

It didn't seem to match what I expected. Primrose does not act anything during class P.E.

I let out a breath. Surrender.

Perhaps from the beginning Primrose had no intention of capitalizing on my fame. Maybe he just wanted to tease me like he used to when he told me Crawford the curtain face. It was because my long hair covered part of my face. I don't know.

I put ten cents into the vending machine that was at the very corner of the hall corridor when the break arrived. The sound of the engine buzzing processed my order. But the milk can does not fall to the container. I waited. About a minute I waited but the machine didn't even process it. Did this machine swallow my precious money?

I was a little upset and hit the machine slowly, hoping to fix it. But the sound of a loud voice surprised me. A warning appeared on the screen.

...The warning!...

...Cans stuck, please check the container immediately.^”...

I cringe. Since when does a vending machine come up with commands like this?

I wish I had someone to ask but I was alone. The empty corridor was in my sight. I decided not to run out of thought and immediately crouched down in front of the container. Put a little bit of my face in.

Sure enough, my can't is not there. If it's stuck it means I have to put my hand in the container, right?

I opened the lid of the container up and held it with my other arm. My hand went in half and folded it to fumble around looking for my can. I groaned a little as I felt my back ache. Before I got up from giving up, my finger touching something cold was caught by the imperfectly closed lid.

I changed positions to get a little more into the machine while my finger tried to pull out the stuck can. L saw. Another bit. Shifted to the left and …

Got it!

As soon as I was about to pull it, I suddenly felt someone's breath on my cheek. Right inside the machine. He whispered very slowly.

It made me stop moving. A familiar fishy smell instantly entered my smell and as soon as my eyeballs turned slowly to the side …

Right inside the container, a head lay side by side with my face. His lips were open to speak. I silently stared. We stared for a few seconds.

His pierced tongue began to move, whispering something right in front of my ear.

“Head stuck, please immediately check the container."

I screamed and pulled away. With a chasing breath, my body inched in panic as far as possible. But the head I just remembered belonged to a bus accident victim, still staring at me fixedly from inside. And now, he started moving, trying to get out from inside the container.

Just like that time, my body was still staring like a candle. While the head continued to roll softly with his red hair sweeping the floor of the corridor. Before he got to me, suddenly someone was holding my shoulder from behind.

“BOO!”

To my surprise the hand that was holding my shoulder I brusquely brushed off. Isaac Petterson stood there in confusion as I looked at him with a look of horror.

“Hey, sorry. Did I surprise you?”

I turned back to the vending machine. But the red head wasn't there. I set my breath before shaking my head trying to regain my consciousness.

There's no head there. There's no head there. There was never a head there. I repeatedly cast it like a spell.

One can of bought milk is in the container, like losing the owner. I quickly picked it up and intended to leave in the presence of this Primrose dwarf.

Before I could go any further, my arm was blocked–stopped the move by force.

“Sorry, okay? You okay?” Once again I nodded and intended to leave but this young man still held my wrist.

I looked at him with a questioning look. He was about to say something but his sentence was swallowed in a discarded breath. “Rose looking for you. You're Izzy, right?”

Again I just nodded, my energy as if sucked up to just talk. “Tumben once. Why is he looking for you? Did you make trouble? You pissed him off?”

I didn't know that this one Primrose dwarf was so chatty. Can't he see I'm not in good shape?

“I don't know,” I said indifferently. He had to wait for him to speak again.

He slightly sneered at my reply. “Already, you can go,” he replied back to me indifferently.

But I was too tired to care and just left it.

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