Ayano, Horikita, and Kiryuuin will be in Ryuuen's class.
A leak of information has compromised the White Room, exposing it to the world.
Ichika informs Kiyo that in his 2nd Year of high school, all 160 of the new 1st Years will be White Room student...
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That's the 2nd picture of the two versions. Got it off danbooru.
Year 1
Season 1
Volume 2 - "The Whistleblower"
SS: Amasawa Ichika 1
Amasawa Ichika POV
Crazy.
Everyone who has ever lost their mind reacts differently.
In the White Room, the kids who went insane are almost always branded as failures before they're disposed of.
Many cried or laughed hysterically.
Some hurt themselves.
A few even begged to be put out of their misery.
But not me.
My transformation into a loony happened silently until I couldn't take it anymore and did something completely different.
I watched the other kids die. As they were killed off one by one, their screams for help and following subsequent brutal deaths slowly nipped away at my soul until there was nothing left but someone who would hurt anyone who came close to me, because at that point, my survival became my only concern.
They showed us a film about ethics called, 'The Dark Knight', and I loved it. It still remains my favorite movie to this very day.
From my perspective, the moral of the story is that self-preservation is the best trait we White Roomers should develop, and that working with others is a fucking pain... unless it's for Senpai.
"Why soooooo seriooouss?!" I would sometimes impersonate the Joker when I'm alone. "Let's put a smile on that face."
Except unlike the Joker, I am truly happy now and don't have a laughing disease. I have Senpai in my life.
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"KIKIKIKIKIKIKIKIKI!" I, as an 8-year-old girl, cackled late at night, waking all the other kids up.
This was when I first snapped.
Some were terrified. "W-What's with her?!"
Others were pissed off as they whisper-shouted, "Hey! Shut up! You're going to get us in trouble!"
"KIKIKIKIKIKI! EeeeeeEEEEEEEH?! TROUBLE you say?!"
I turned to the sound of the person that spoke, a creepy look on my face, and not caring if it was the right kid or not, I grabbed him by his temple, lifted him up, and squeezed hard.
"AAAAAAAAAHHH!!!" The poor boy screamed in pain as I slowly killed him. I crushed his skull until nothing but chunks of his head remained. Blood sprayed everywhere.
Other children began crying.
The lights turned on as a furious instructor stomped towards me. "SUBJECT 5-20-6! YOU LITTLE FUCKING SLUT! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!"
"KIKIKIKIKIKIKI! I KILLED HIM?! What are you, blind?! Can't you see his mushed up decayed brain meat that went absolutely everywhere?! Feast with your own eyes, bitch!" I pointed at a few of the boy's brain parts that got stuck on the ceiling.
The instructor raised his hand to slap me, but I caught it, squeezed, and twisted as I dislocated his shoulder.
He screamed in agony as I bashed his head against a wall over and over and over and over and over and over until he lay there, unmoving, not breathing.
From that moment onwards, none of the other professors dared to report me to the infamous Professor Ayanokouji, whom I have never even met.
But I did hear their many glorious tales of his son, and I wanted to meet him for so long.
Like most White Room children, I do not believe in God, but thank the heavens that I met Senpai.
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I sat up with a gasp, breathing hard. My body is drenched in perspiration, my eyes wide at the memory.
Laying back, I slowly steady my breathing. "It was just a dream."
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Eating breakfast, brushing my teeth, taking a shower, and heading to school, I hummed as I skipped, ignoring the weird looks strangers give me.
Are they dumb enough to think I give a fuck what they think? How delusional.
My new school, Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School, or ANHS for short. I love it. It provides me more freedom than I could ever dream of.
My teacher is Chabashira Sae, a woman that simply ignores my existence and everything I do except when she needs me for something small, and for that simple fact, she is a far nicer instructor than any I've ever had.
Not that I care about her too much.
Arriving in class, I greeted my new slave with a condescending, sadistic grin.
"Why, hello there, Karuizawa! Or should I call you my new bitch? KIKIKIKI!"
Unlike my precious Senpai, I did manage to retain some emotion. Not a lot, and the right type for others to think I belong in a mental asylum, but enough to feel.
Like him, I also have PTSD, and a very unique case too, but not as bad as his.
Karuizawa scowled and said nothing as the class turned deathly quiet at what I said to her.
They're scared of me, and I love it. This power I hold over them is addicting.
Although, a part of me does feel bad for her. I heard from Senpai how she is a victim of bullying, so I won't physically abuse her unless she needs to be put in her place should she attempt to rebel against Senpai.
But not enough to keep my leash on her too loose.
I'll still allow her to have most of her free time to herself, but here in school, her ass belongs to me.
"KIKIKI! Well then... Shall I help you study?"
Yes. I am going to cram her mind full of so much knowledge that she'll be foaming at the mouth when I'm done with her since she's too stupid to do anything with what I teach her! Or maybe her brain will explode like those I've killed? That would be quite amusing.
We'll see.
I wonder... Should I start leading Class D?
Probably not.
But I will do anything for Senpai, even if it means letting those two beautiful classmates of his have him.
He deserves to be happy.
Maybe I'll find my own lover someday? That Riku boy is really good-looking, and I've heard he's quite athletic and intelligent.
But as long as my Senpai and I remain refugees in this place, then I will gladly serve his every command.
To Be Continued
Let me know what you guys think the subject numbers represent. I won't tell anyone yet until way down the line, but I'm curious what your thoughts are.
