No.

Random’s hand continued to shake, leading to a brief struggle to press the call button. Even with the evidence, the boy lacked the backbone to call the volleyball captain. A part of him still cowering by what Max would do to him if he’d ever found out. He was scared of dying even more so that Crimson had promised on his soul, whatever a soul was the boy still wanted to keep the anonymous thing, that was attached to him.

Leaving the balcony Random wasn’t greeted by his mother just the scattered and torn clothes that’s the girl had removed. “I can at least do this for her…” He spoke sadly as he picked up the remains of the school uniform and prepared to sleep on the couch. The sounds from his bedroom door stopping him however as it caught his attention. “Must be crying?” The boy picturing the crimson-haired girl crying into his pillow but that was far from the truth. Random heard a soft moan coming from behind the thin door then another, the boy’s eyes widened as he placed a hand on the door handle and opened it.