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Aimi took a step back, trembling. What kind of Shimizu film have I stepped into? Is this real?
“Yua!” If nothing else, the redheaded boy seemed to have control of himself. He tore off his jacket, immediately rushing to the blonde girl’s side and wrapping it around her arm to try and stop the blood. “Thanks for stepping in, Shimizu! Yua, are you alright?! I’ve got you! What’s wrong with you, psycho b*tch?!”
Someone started crying. Again, when Aimi looked around she found no one.
“And here I was thinking I’d have to come up with a motive! Upupupupu, you guys sure are eager! Oh, but before you get to killing yet…”
Digging around behind his podium, Monokuma uncovered a series of digital tablets. He began to toss one to each student.
“Your student handbooks! These babies give all the rules! Make sure you study them carefully, ‘cause there’s a price to pay for breakin’ them!”
Aimi felt sick. She tried to look anywhere but at the blond girl bleeding on the floor or the crazy girl who’d almost gotten her arm broken. Biting her lip, Futami rushed to the blonde girl’s side, asking if any of them needed anything she could run and get.
A tablet suddenly flew at Aimi. She managed to catch it, stuffing it in her pocket for safekeeping.
This is a movie, isn’t it? Well, the director has talent, but he also has balls. Both important, though I could do without the latter. Doesn’t he realize forcing us to perform our own stunts without prior information is grounds for a lawsuit?
Aimi tried to distract herself planning this lawsuit while Monokuma passed out the rest of the handbooks. The air was clogged with uneasiness, each student processing through what could only be described as “shock”.
This must be a trick, right…?
“And that concludes our orientation!” Monokuma exclaimed. “Thanks for stopping by! With such a willing crowd, I might even offer a special perk for the first killer! Won’t that be a great time? See ya later!”
“Wait!” the redheaded boy called. “I still have questions!”
“Huh?” Monokuma paused, thinking. “I covered the ‘stuck here forever’ thing...I told them about the killing game...I passed out the student handbooks…”
“Okay, so what about ‘what happens if no one kills each other?’” the redheaded boy asked.
“Then there will be a motive, of course!” Monokuma said, as though it were obvious. “You can’t have a killing game with no killing. All the kiddies reading along will get bored!”
“And the killer? Do they just...get away with it?!”
“Oh!” Monokuma stood straighter, rocking. “I thought I was forgetting something! I still have to explain the trials.”
Trial? Whatever that was, Aimi knew it couldn’t be good.
Please...whatever nightmare I am living, let me wake up from it.