It was mid-July, final exams were over, and all that remained was to wait for summer vacation. The classroom was filled with a languid atmosphere, a pleasant drowsiness where even the noisy cicadas seemed like a lullaby. And then, suddenly, it happened. A girl hurried over to me and opened with an outrageous request: “Sorry, but could you die for me?” My brain was already on the verge of overload from her relentless barrage of demands. And in the end, she even confessed her feelings to me...