It was official. Tyzias was fucked. A Zoldyck at school, and dozens of assassins who knew exactly where she was by now outside. She couldn't win. But... why wasn't she dead by now? Whatever. Whatever. She couldn't show fear.

Whatever the case, it would probably be good to feign ignorance for a little while longer, maybe draw out exactly what he knows. "Romania, huh? Nice place. Stayed there for a few weeks. Too small town-y for my taste, though."