Shock filled the auditorium. First the bear talked, and now he's saying they're all going to be living there for the rest of their lives.

"Upupu~! I just love the look on your faces~!" He mocked, putting his paws on his own cheeks. It feigned an expression of horror, only to break the face and laugh.

"Wait, wait, wait! Did I hear right? Did he say… What the fuck are you talking about? We have to live here for the rest of our lives and you know our secrets?!" Cara exclaimed. She looked around. Her bright blonde hair flowed behind her head in each direction she looked. The students around her never broke their own gaze at the bear. "Alright, who the hell is controlling the bear? Answer me now and I won't beat you to death—I'll go about halfway."

"Ooh, I just love that tough girl act you have~! It's beary attractive~," the bear laughed, putting a paw onto its hip. "Not attractive enough to get you out of here though. In fact, there's only one way you can get out of here. You must murder each other!"

"I-I couldn'…!" Ryoichi cried out, starting to cry in Kaoru's hold.

"Murder is a stupid excuse for escape, hell, it's stupid all the way around," Shota said, looking to the ground, "the only way someone should kill is in the name of science."

"Mister, what are you talking about? That's still murdering someone," a girl in a black corset and a red skirt asked from the left fire exit. She adjusted the top hat she had on, shaking her head in the process.

"And who are you?" Shota snapped back, cramming his hands deeper into his pockets.

"I'm R—

"Now that's enough! You're starting to bore me! Now then, I have a few words before I leave. Starting today, you'll be given a chance to investigate the school grounds. Doesn't that sound beary exciting?" The bear asked. It tapped its head before adding, "in addition, each of you will have your own room to sleep in, and your own PDA. Make sure to have your eHandbooks in hand, or else you may be restricted from some areas."

"eHandbook…?" Yomi said to himself, scratching his chin.

"Today, you will be allowed to investigate the first floor only! If I catch any of you attempting to go to the second floor, I'll discipline you myself. There are other rules you have to abide by too. They will be listed inside your eHandbook. Good luck to everyone, and have a beary wonderful day~!" The bear said, having his lasts words "let the Worth Gaining Mutual Killing!" echo before he disappeared behind the podium.

"Don't just stand there, people," Shota barked out, "move out or do something!" He growled at the people walking by him on their way outside the auditorium. When only he and two girls remained, he walked in front of the two of them. "Didn't you hear what I just said?"

Neither girl, in green short nor in purple dress, looked at him. Without looking, the girl with the green shorts spoke to him, "why should we listen to you? Aren't you the one to say people should die for science?"

"Yeah, I did. Of course, I mean it. People are dying, and we use their bodies to learn about their anatomy. Cancer and the new illnesses can be extinguished if people didn't interfere with what we do," he responded, pulling his hands out of his pockets. He smiled wide as he held his head, "especially those critics. They don't know shit! No one does!" The two girls looked up at him, confused and scared. He began laughing to himself, cramming his hands into his pockets again. "I'm just kidding, you know."

[Location: Auditorium | Time: 2:05 PM | Day: 2]

"If you say so, freak," Natsumi scuffed.

Shota shot another glare at her. "It's amazing a slut's calling me a freak."

The actress laughed and ran her hands down her hips. "You're just sad you'll never get any of this," she teased.

"That's where you're half wrong," he growled, but then smirked as he added, "I'm actually happy to not get sloppy seconds."

She clenched her fists tight as she shot up from her seat. "You mother fucker! Take that back!" She yelled with a higher pitched voice.

Shota simply shook his head. "One shouldn't take back the truth, even if it's too much for another person," he added to his insult.

Nagisa started to cry as she held her friend back. "Gu-guys, come on," she stuttered, "don't call each other names… It's not nice…"

"You shouldn't get involved in things that's over your head, little girl," he remarked as he pointed his finger at the mangaka.

"Shut up, you pedo. Don't even attempt to talk to my girl!" the actress yelled at the scientist. She broke away from her restraints and marched forward to attack him.

However, right when she swung at him, he stepped back and shook his head at her. "Hmph, whatever," he uttered before he looked away and walked in the direction he faced. His hands clenched in his pockets.

With a disgusted look on her face, she threw her arms around each other. She spoke quickly, but with easy "What a weirdo! Do you believe he talked to me like that? He is going to be a virgin when he dies, just watch!"

The younger girl covered her ears, shaking. "Nats," she started, "don't say such things about people you don't know..!"

"It's true though! Did you see the way he walked away? He's a full blown weirdo!" She cried out as she threw her hands into the air.

"Nats… It's a weird time to bring this up, but remember when we were kids?" the mangaka asked.

"Yeah, what about it?" the actress returned the question.

"Remember how everyone used to call me names?" She asked again. She sat down in the auditorium chair and gently pulled her friend down with her.

Natsumi looked down with a puzzled look on her face. "Oh yeah!" She cried out as she looked up at the more fragile girl. "I remember, little Miss Pocketbook!"

The girl squeaked as she hid her face. "H-hey… Don't say it so loudly…" she whispered behind her hands. She waited a second before lowering her hands and continuing, "well, you're being like them right now with him…"

The actress laughed at her comment, but then realized her friend didn't laugh along. "Are you kidding me? He's a lot worse than you are, and ever will be!"

As she nodded, the younger girl softly said "well… Tell me, how did you did you get the bullies to stop, anyway?"

Again, the actress laughed. She wrapped her arm around the other girl and spoke louder. "Hah, that's easy! I cursed at them and even beat up their leader. You should have seen the faces and noises they made as I slammed my foot into their stomachs!"

The girl gasped as she raised her hand to her mouth. "You beat one of them up? Now that you mention it, it does make sense. After that time, everyone stopped bothering me and even began to avoid us…"

Before the girl could continue, her friend pulled her up, along with herself, out of the auditorium chair. The actress patted the girl's back and motioned to the exit. "I'm glad you remember it all… It was all for you, you know? Now come on, let's go find somewhere for me to relax in my bikini. I'm dying of this heat.

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Natsumi Sawada Level 1

She protected her friend from bullies in their childhood. She even beat the leader of their clique up. It was all for her friend.

[Location: Gym | Time: 2:25 PM | Day: 2]

The gym was massive. On the left side, there was a swimming pool; on the right, was a full set up basketball court. The doors in the basketball court fly open. In the doorway, a long browned-haired girl stood with her hands on her hips. She laughs loudly, looking back at the girl behind her. The latter shook her hair; her blonde hair fell to both sides of her head as it moved.

"Are you ready to lose in Tennis?" the first girl asked. The other sighed, pushing her way past the first one. "Hey, Cara, where are you going?"

"I'm going to investigate the pool. What else would I do? Dammit Aimi, some times I feel like you're the blonde in this relationship."

"Hey!" Aimi cried out, "don't say such things about me!"

Cara just laughed, "it's true though," she started, "you have more blonde moments than I do."

The tennis player pulled down a strand of her own hair. "I'm not blonde, and you're not naturally blonde. You told me yourself," she muttered.

"That's lie, and you know it," the other girl remarked with a growl.

Aimi tilted her head. "Why the hell would I lie?"

"I dunno, but you seem to like to lie a lot since I met you," Cara remarked before she moved to middle of the basketball court with the tennis player hot on her tail.

The latter huffed as she crossed her arms. Her cry went unanswered as the other girl began searching for something.

"Stop your sulking and find something what we can do," ordered the archer.

The other girl tilted her head and looked to the ceiling. She quickly looked back down at the archer as she cried out, "you just said you were going to the pool!"

Cara just sighed. "No, you dipshit," she started, "I don't have anything to wear into the pool!"

The blonde-haired girl shrugged. "You could go skinny dipping," she said. "Just saying," she quickly added in.

"You would want to see that, wouldn't you?" the brown-haired girl remarked with a snarl as she pointed at the other girl.

"Not at all!" the blond cried out as her face grew redder than a tomato.

Seeing this as an opportunity to torment the other girl more, Cara continued with her insults. "Oh yeah, I bet you think of me as you lie in bed every night. You think of me laying with you as you cuddle up against my warmth."

"St-stop it! It's not like that…!" The tennis player said as she tried to push the girl away.

The archer quickly grabbed on the girl's wrists and playfully pulled her closer. "Stop lying to yourself, you perverted blonde," she whispered into the girl's ear.

The latter only blushed harder. She broke away and turned around to hide her blush. "Hmph!"

Cara just sighed. "Eh, haha. It's fun tormenting you, you know?" She asked with a laugh.

"You're a bully!" The blushing girl cried out.

"Oh, shut up, you big baby," the other girl said as she turned the tennis player around to face her. She swiftly moved in and locked lips with the girl in front of her. Shocked, the blonde couldn't move in the kiss. Before she knew it, the kisser pulled away and walked over to the bleachers. "Do you have anything you wanna do? You know, besides me," she called back to the blonde.

After the kiss, the blonde couldn't do anything. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words didn't form properly. Instead, only squeaks came out as she made the movements of tennis. The archer didn't turn around yet, so she thought. She quickly changed her motion just as soon as the archer turned around. The blonde pulled her arm back like she prepared to strike her prey. She let it go and the archer pretended to catch it.

"Trying to shoot your love arrows at me, are you? You really do want me, don't you," she teased as the blonde turned around. "I'm just kidding! Come on, we should have a shooting competition! Listen; go set up something to catch the arrows in front of the pool.

"What should I use?" she thought as she looked around. To the side of the court, a basketball cart stood empty and alone. It looked like the players pulled out the balls without replacing them. Why, she had no idea. Over to the other side of the gym, beyond the pool, a closet with its door sat ajar. She could see cut outs littering the floor. However, she could also see a soccer net standing up against the wall on the left hand wall opposing the bleachers.

Aimi walked over to closet and grabbed the goalie cut outs lying on the floor. She grabbed the one and dragged it across the gym to the front side of the shallow end. As she place it down, she heard a shriek coming from behind her. She spun around to see Cara, on the ground, covered by the arrow rack.

"You alright there?" She asked. She didn't bother to walk over to help her fallen classmate. The archer pushed the arrows off of her and glared at the tennis player. The latter looked away.

"Thanks a lot," she huffed as she stood up.

"No problem…?"

The archer growled. "I think you're enjoying my pain," she remarked and rubbed the small cut she got from the arrowhead.

"You don't know…" the tennis player's voice trailed off.

The doors opened up again. Alonso walked forward with his head hung and grunted as he walked. "Oh hey there, handsome," Cara said as she smiled at him, "what are you doing here?"

"I didn't have anywhere else to go, so I just came here," he responded. He had his eyes closed and his head in his left hand.

"Are you alright? You seem to be hurting," Aimi asked as she set up the second cut out.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm just fine," he added. Silence filled the space around them.

"S-so, what's new, Alonso…?" she asked.

"Nothing at all. I'm just busy trying to get rid of this headache," he said as he put his head into his hands.

"How did you get the headache?" Cara asked sarcastically.

"I thought back to my first band in the music business. I had the best of times doing tours with them. I went to all of the major venues: New York, Tokyo," Alonso started with a smile, "it got boring though. I needed someone else to feel the excitement with. I don't know if fate answered my call, but I found an amazing offer and next thing I know, I got tour after tour. We decided to tour right in Linback. However, I can't remember how it went. All I can remember is fuzz…"

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Alonso Ramos Level 1

Unfortunately, for some reason, Alonso gets a headache whenever he thinks of the tour in Linback. After that, his memory is hazy.

"Good, I'm ready if you are," the archer said quickly and caught the tennis player off guard.

"Shouldn't we worry about Alonso?" Aimi asked the girl.

"We really can't worry about him, if it's only a headache," she remarked as she moved over to the bleachers.

"I-If you say so…" the tennis player said in her soft voice.

As she got agitated, Cara barked her order at her. "Grab your arrow and shoot it already!"

The tennis player did as she was told. She grabbed her bow and loaded the arrow into it. She knew how to load it and fire, but she's never fired before. She raised the bow and pulled back on the string. She focused on the spot she wanted to hit, but right when she let go, she heard another shriek from behind her. She looked back and sighed at the sight of Alonso holding Cara against him as he kissed her neck. She looked to the target and smiled at the headshot she got.

"Hey, Aimi, we're going to have a po-pool party. Go get your one piece and come back in an hour," Cara said between moans. The girl nodded and sighed. She walked over to the door as Alonso pulled his prey onto the bleachers with him. As she sighed, she walked out and let the doors close on the scene.

[Location: Kitchen | Time: 2:40 PM | Day: 2]

"The kitchen is fully stocked, isn't it?" A voice called out. The chef turned around quickly and smiled at the girl standing at the entranceway. He looked back to the refrigerator. Inside, the top shelves were filled with sodas and milks. Below them are containers full of meat and fish.

"It's nice in here. I feel like the Kitchen is the only place that won't ever fill with tension," he said.

"Surprisingly, you're right, Itsuki," the girl said as she moved over to the lonely island in the middle of the floor.

He stared at the girl in front of him. She had the corset and skirt still on, top hat included. He shook his head and asked, "How do you know my name?"

She looked to the side as she rubbed her chin. "Oh, uhm, what's her name…" she paused suddenly, "You know, that youtuber told me about you. She said you were a little boring with your conversations."

Itsuki laughed, "Did she now? Well, maybe I should have a little conversation with her about that…" he too paused and let the atmosphere around them be filled with silence. She moved over to the racks that held up the large tin cans filled with a variety of soups. "What did you come in here for anyway?" He asked suddenly.

"Hmm?" she turned to him and tilted her head. "Oh! I just wanted to see what the kitchen looked like," she said as she straightened her head.

"Well," he slowly said, "what do you think about it?" He turned around so his back faced the girl. He placed his hands on the counter and crossed his legs.

The girl laughed a little. "It looks really nice," she said softly. "Especially the marble counters right where you're standing." She walked behind him and ran her hand across his lower back. He shivered, but ignored her as she moved over to the refrigerator. "Look at all of this stuff! There's enough for everyone to eat every night for a year!"

He nodded and agreed with her. "I do like the marble counters, and the fact that we won't starve in here. The only way we'll die in here is if someone takes that thing's words to heart. Hopefully, we won't have to have anyone killed… I don't want to attend a fifth funeral…."

"A fifth funeral…?" She asked with a hint of concern in her voice.

"Oh, it's nothing," he said and waved her off.

She moved next to him and turned toward him. "Tell me," she commanded. He shook his head and crossed his arms. "I'll tell you something about myself then."

He sighed at the girl in front of him. "Fine, I'll tell you, alright?" She nodded and gave him her full attention—or rather, what looked like her full attention. "If anyone dies in here, then that will be the sixth death, murder, suicide, whatever you wanna call it, that happened around me. My father died overseas in the war, and the only person I had left is my mother…." He paused at the word mother and bit his thumb. She tilted her head at him.

"My mother… I can't remember anything about her..!" He quickly grabbed the counter as he hunched over.

"My mother… Why can't I remember her?! She's the only person I have left, and I can't remember what she even looks like!" He started to bang on the counter in front of him.

"Calm down, Itsuki." She said as she grabbed his shoulders. He looked at her with reddened eyes. "So what if you can't remember what she looks like right now? I don't want to see you cry—please stop and talk to me, alright?" He looked into her eyes, only able to nod.

"I-I'm sorry. W-well, my mother wanted to hold a funeral for my father. On the way to the funeral, my aunt and uncle were killed in a crash caused by a drunken man," he continued, "soon after that, my best friend killed himself all because the girl I tried to set him up with dumped him."

"I'm sure other things happened along the way," she said as she tried to console him.

"Ma-maybe, but still…" He looked away, but then right back to here. "I still remember the cake I made for him on the day he died… It's suiting too, considering the funeral the next day…"

"What kind of cake was that? Wait, emme guess!" She exclaimed as she rubbed her chin. "Was it… Angel Food Cake, considering how he had the funeral the next day." He nodded and smiled gently.

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Itsuki Sato Level 1

As of right now, Itsuki has been to five funerals. The first for his father, then his aunt and uncle, then it was his friend. The only person he really has is his mother.

His smile faded when he felt fur at his feet. He looked down, a little scared at the thought of her having hairy legs. His fear grew to anger immediately at the sight of the golden retriever at her feet. However, she squealed and hugged him. "He's so cute," she said, rubbing her cheek against the furry friend. Itsuki turned around and grunted.

"Get that damn thing out of here. The fur's going to get into the food," he said as he turned back to the counter, "and we don't have enough to eat all of the food."

"No, he's not. He's a cute little puppy," she squealed and giggled. "Look at him! He wants to be petted."

He looked down and snarled at the dog. The latter lowered its tail and shot out the door. "I forgot to ask earlier, but who are you?"

"Oh, I'm Rio Tsukuda. But you can call me Rio," she mockingly said, "Super High School Level Animal Breeder."

Rio Tsukuda. Super High School Level Animal Tamer.

"Animal Breeder, eh. Then keep the dog away from me before I teach it manners."

"No, don't hurt him…" she begged softly.

He huffed and shook his head. "Why not?" he asked. "He doesn't know its place. Hell, he isn't even a student!"

"But it's prohibited in the rulebook to hurt any kind of animal!" She exclaimed!

"You're lying. Where is this rulebook you speak of?" He asked. He stepped closer to her like he were to hurt her.

"I'll go get it for you, alright?" Rio said as she jumped at the sudden approach. She turned on her heel and started to walk out of the kitchen, only to bump into a brunette. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" She said softly.

"Oh, no! I'm sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going," she responded. Her eyes looked at the two students in front of her. She grew a puzzled look on her face. "I don't think I met you two yet. What are your names?"

"I'm Rio Tsukuda, and this is Itsuki…" She paused.

"Sato," he answered, "where were you going anyway?"

"Oh! I was on my way to get a drink before heading out to the pool. We're having a pool party! Didn't you see my one piece?" the girl asked.

"No, sorry. I don't look below the neck on anyone," Itsuki laughed as he crossed his arms. "Seriously though, what pool party?"

"Oh! A girl and I walked into the gymnasium, and saw it had a pool. So we decided to throw a party, and everyone is invited!" She exclaimed happily.

"I guess I can go to it; I just won't go into the pool. What about you, Rio?" He asked as he looked over at the animal trainer. The latter nodded and smiled. "It's settled then. Meet you there in five minutes?"

"Sure thing!" the girl exclaimed again, smiling wide. She turned to go outside the door when she stopped and looked back to the two. "And if anyone asks, it's Aimi who invited you."