PROLOUGE - WELCOME TO MIRAI ISLAND!


Charla Cross's scarlet eyes snapped open as pain suddenly shot through their head. Resisting the urge to scream out in pain, they sat up. With a quick glance around the room it was revealed to be unfamiliar. What place did they know that looked so fancy? With rose curtains and pearl walls it almost resembled – no.

They couldn't have done that.

Quickly getting of the bed they had awoken in, they surveyed the room in closer detail. It looked just like the first room in which they had assassinated Vixen Rose… Tears began to form at the edges of their eyes. Their vision began to blur as they sank to their knees. If they focused then blood seemed to lurk in the corners of the room, the bright pink making it hard to look away from it.

"Wait… that's not right."

Blood wasn't pink the last time they had seen it. Wiping their eyes with their sleeve, they got up and walked over to the nearest corner. The "blood" looked like what had been on the wall that night from far away but up close it looked more like -

"Ketchup? They really didn't just grab a random civilian and murder them in cold blood. That would have looked more realistic. I guess we're dealing with amateurs." Charla inspected. If they hadn't done the unspeakable, then they could have had a chance at being a half decent detective.


SUPER HIGH SCHOOL LEVEL MERCENARY - CHARLA CROSS


Then a strange noise crackled through a speaker attacked to the ceiling. A moment later a voice filled the air.

"Ahem! This is Beta, one of the masterminds behind this game. All the participants of the game are required to come to the entrance hall of the hotel. Beta out!"

Assuming that they were already in the hotel, all Charla had to do was to get out of this room. Honestly, even without the announcement they would've gotten out sooner or later. The room brought back to many bad memories and that was bad enough without thinking why.

Why was this room designed like Vixen's? Who was Beta and what were their intentions? It probably would be best not to dwell on the many questions for to long. They crossed the wine coloured carpet and reached out for the intricate door's handle. The door opened with no difficulty and they stepped outside the room.

"Hey! Who are you?"

In front of them was a girl with dark brown hair in a pony tail. Her emerald eyes seemed to glow and she had a frown on her tanned face. She wore a short sleeve pop over white shirt with a medium length black skirt. A pair of black gloves and black ankle boots completed her outfit. Over it, she wore a green worn out utility apron containing her usual tools.

"My name's Charla Cross. Who are you?"

The girl seemed to pause before speaking again.

"Wait. Charla Cross the Ultimate Mercenary? I'm Olvie Tolbert."

Olvie smiled as she held out her hand. Charla shook it. Their eyes connected for a few moments and they saw fear in Olvie's eyes. They let go of her hand in shock.

"What Ultimate are you?"

Olvie smiled. "I'm the Ultimate Sculpter! I'm proud of how far I've come in my craft and also disappointed." She puffed out her cheeks.


SUPER HIGH SCHOOL LEVEL SCULPTER – OLVIE TOLBERT


"Maybe we can talk about your craft later. I'd like to have another talent honestly." That wasn't a lie. Charla personally hated what they did. After every death they felt like a dam had exploded in their eyes and it took all their will not to cry. And yet they could do so much that would make a normal person crazy and feel indifferent. Why?

They didn't know.

Olvie scoffed. "I'd rather not. Besides there's more important things at hand. Such as where are we?"

Both of them stopped for a moment. Where exactly where they? Charla suspected they were in the hotel that was mentioned in the announcement, but they couldn't be sure. Plus they hadn't looked out the window when they were in the bedroom. The curtains had been closed so they hadn't seen even a glimpse of what was outside the hallway or the room.

At moments like this Charla wished they were a detective instead of a mercenary. It would be more useful for everyone involved. Probably less bloodshed as well – at least from them.

Their train of thought was interrupted by the door behind Olvie opening to reveal another person.

He had pale skin with black messy hair falling in front of his dark grey eyes. Dark spots stood out under his eyes that seemed to be permanent. On top of his head was a black chef's hat and a purple scarf was tucked into his shirt collar. A white dress shirt was tucked into black and white checkered pants. The final detail was a white half apron around his waist along with black shoes.

"Hello?" They called out meekly. Olvie turned around and gasped.

"You're short." She said bluntly. Under her breath she whispered. "Finally, someone's shorter than me."

Then she smiled. "What's your name?"

"Um… I'm Bonsai Hokonishi…"

Charla remembered that when they were researching yet another victim they had found that they were a fan of Bonsai Hokonishi. They spent some time looking up him and was actually impressed. He was apparently a cook who had shown a new side to the cooking community. He made his first impression on the world when he won his first competition. Ever since that day he had made even the most professional cooks jealous. And this was him – an awkward teenager who apparently didn't get enough sleep.

Charla liked him already.


SUPER HIGH SCHOOL LEVEL COOK – BONSAI HOKONISHI


"It's nice to meet you Bonsai." Charla replied. At this both Olvie and Bonsai stared at him, the latter looking more flustered than the former.

"R-really?" His face flushed with embarrassment. He must not be used to getting compliments, they thought.

"Yes. My name's Charla Cross and this is Olvie Tolbert."

"Nice to meet… you to…" Came a faint whisper from him. A smile spread on Charla's face before they realised the reason why he may be so shy. There was a reason why they had been accepted into the program. In the moment they must have forgotten that they had such a brutal talent while they had such normal ones. A cook and a sculptor with a mercenary… What would they think of the blood on Charla's hands?

Olvie must have seen their smile fade as she put her hand on their shoulder.

"Are you all right? You don't look okay."

Even Bonsai looked worried for them. Charla tried to get them off their back quickly. Their past would have to wait.

"Sorry I was thinking about something. I don't want to talk about it though."

"...I just hope you're okay." He replied.

"Don't worry about me." They replied staring into the others eyes. They could see fear, sadness and worry.

"I'm fine."