When lunchtime rolled around, Kaede kept a white-knuckle grip on her tray. Miu asked, "S'matter with the fraidy cat today?"
"This whole… 'killing game.'" At a distant table, Kokichi stabbed his fork into a glob of ketchup. Red splotched the tray. "Miu. You wouldn't kill someone, would you?"
"Might mean the rest of us would have a chance at some dumplings!"
Miu'd pointed at Kaede's stacked plate with a smirk. Kaede's mirthless expression wiped that smile away. Miu mumbled, "Nah. Nah, I never would, fraidy cat."
A small smile found Kaede. The shadow clouding her thoughts lightened the slightest bit.