For Kihona Hideyoshi, Lorem University is a second chance. A chance to be more than just the rich kid, more than an aspiring psychologist.
More than the girl who has a past she cannot escape.
But soon, her life is stripped away from her. Trapped a...
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happy late birthday to yashira!!! not like you're alive to see it or anything but have a good day up in heaven. (10th Jan)
apologies for the late upload, i had a massive mental crash and i didn't have the energy to finish writing. i'll be back on track for now! —
Click. The magnets around me unlock once again, releasing us from the game. But I don't move, just frozen in place, my back against the cold white walls. Just staring. Staring dead on at Mamo's corpse. A scream burns in my lungs that I'm desperate to release, but my lips are sealed together, quivering at the scene in front of me.
And then the loudspeaker. The body discovery announcement.
I know that's not right, it has to be impossible. Only I've seen the body, and yet the announcement still plays. But I'm still once again, as if I'm nailed to the floor. Mitsuharu creeps into the room, jumping at the sight of Mamo's body. I feel his eyes on me, but I don't want to look back at him. I just reach for his hand, gripping it tight without taking a single glance at him. "O-oh my god," Haruka's frail voice can just be heard from the hallway as she emerges through the door, "Is it true?" With a single look to the floor, she screams, the tears once brimming in her eyes now falling down her cheeks. The voices of the other students filter in and out of my brain, as they slowly begin to file in, all equally as shocked at the sight of the body. But they don't matter, nothing else matters.
"What on earth is going on in here?"
A smooth, silky voice. A heavy floral scent. The group gathered around Mamo parts to reveal Shiro's shining presence. He seems fresh and lively, as if he's just woken up. "Have I missed something?" He cocks his head, playing with a tendril of his hair. "Shiro..." Daiki says, his words breathless. Face sinking, Haruka slowly shuffles to reveal Mamo's body. His cold, bloodied corpse laid dead on his front.
A blur. The edges of my vision are fuzzy, tunnelling my attention onto Shiro's bewildered expression. He seems clueless at first, as if it's all some stupid prank. And then the panic sets into his face. "M-mamoru?" He utters, holding onto the doorframe to keep him upright. The warmth drains from his skin, leaving him a sickly grey.
"Mamoru!"
Shoving through the crowd, he continues to cry out his name. Over and over, only growing more desperate as he dashes to the body. "Not so fast," Mitsuharu thrusts his arm out, "Don't touch him, you're tampering with evidence." Shiro tries to pry himself from the taller boy's grip, hands shaking, "You fool! Get out of my way!" "Listen to me," Mitsuharu says firmly, struggling against Shiro's force, "Stop being so careless, someone just die-" "I won't let you stop me!" Shiro screams, swatting Mitsuharu across the face. Once free, he tries to scarper to Mamo's body, his eyes longing and filled with tears. All I hear is the ringing of white noise, and repetitive cries echoing through the room.
