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...
"How foolish are you?" I hold my head in my hands, furiously rubbing my temples. 'Two times in a row', I tell myself, 'Two times in a row you've let this man slip.' Tossing my handbook down on my bed, I groan, trying to block out the noise of the man whimpering on the other side of the screen. "I-I'm sorry, boss!" He protests, snivelling and sniffing. A putrid sound I utterly despise. A sound that makes me want to crush him with my bare fist. "You pulled a gun out on a participant? How dense can you be?" I say, releasing the air from my chest, "Don't you realise what you've done? They know you're up to something. We're supposed to not arouse suspicion."
He apologises yet again, but I've heard enough. I'm tempted to simply hit the hang up button, return to my cavern of silence and ponder on my actions. Whether he was a good pick to assist me, if he's perhaps too reckless. A bad tool, a useless pawn. Perhaps it would be useful to eliminate him. Rid him of the burden of living. I glance at my monitors, the only light in my room. All screens lit up with live footage of the participants. My participants. Most of them sleep, sound in their slumber, the memories of their dead peers brimming on their minds. Yet I'm drawn to one, one boy in particular.
The tall one. Well built, an attractive looking man. Kaso. A name I'd rather forget. A foul mouth, foul behaviour, and foul history. Everything about him is foul, spouting the most obscene of topics at every given moment. Opposing of any kind of order - a rebel. And as of lately, he's been more subdued. As if his intimidating tendencies have died off. Not causing as much trouble as before.
Pity.
I snap out of my daze, realising my subordinate is still blubbering about some nonsense excuse for his behaviour. Not sure whether to entirely tune in or not, I lower the volume of my monitor, hoping to catch just a few words of his conversation.
"The girl. She mentioned you."
My eyes widen, grasp on the mouse loosening.
The girl - an infamous one amongst my subor. A regular topic of discussion, she's down to earth, a dedicated soul, and persistent with her ideals of justice. She's the worst of the group by far, such sappy positivity, sweet enough to make me choke.
"What did she say?" I raise an eyebrow. He hesitates, before finally spewing out the words, "Sh-she said 'tell us your purpose, or who's ordering you', th-that's why I reacted so suddenly." "I see, I see," I pick up a pen on my desk, tapping it against my lip. So she knows more than we think. "D-do you suggest we do something about her?" He says, "M-maybe, take some extra precautions?" I shake my head, even though he can't see me, "No. She needs to be kept around. No matter our opinion of her, she's the glue of the group, their last hope."
Drag this out for longer. Then take matters into our own hands.
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