You've just been accepted to the most popular and prestigious school in your country. This is like a dream come true... or is it? It turns out that what appeared to be a normal school is actually a murder mystery game orchestrated by the headmaster...
I had spent a while in middle school, giving my best effort to secure admission into the most prestigious school of all, "Cryptic High." It was the talk of the town among all the kids, and I consider myself incredibly fortunate to be able to call it my school.
After years of diligent studying, my hard work finally paid off as I found myself standing in front of the school building. My name is The Second Coming, and this school exclusively admits exceptionally gifted students. I'm grateful to be recognized as one, although I won't be overly particular about the label.
As I started walking toward the building, a sudden rush approached me, and something covered my face, I tried to scream but I just ended up losing consciousness and fainted. I couldn't discern what had happened exactly, but that's when everything went dark.
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I woke up in a peculiar classroom, the windows firmly shut with bolts. My head was resting on an old wooden desk. I looked around, feeling a wave of confusion wash over me. How did I end up here? I attempted to rise from the desk but ended up stumbling and falling over. Determined, I made another effort and managed to stand up successfully. Using the other desks for support, I made my way toward the main teacher's desk at the front.
There, I found a piece of paper with words scrawled on it as if a 5-year-old had written them. The classroom's bolted windows and the conspicuous presence of a large camera further unsettled me. How did I even find myself in this situation? I focused my attention on the note, which read, "Welcome. When you read this, please proceed to the gymnasium. Make yourself comfortable because this school will become your new life." The message both intimidated and confused me.
Glancing at the clock atop the classroom wall, I discovered it was already 10 AM. I could have sworn I arrived at school at 7 AM, so whatever had brought me here must have rendered me unconscious for three hours. I surveyed the classroom, contemplating my options. Eventually, I decided that whoever or whatever left that note likely knew what I should do. With that in mind, I left the classroom behind, embarking on the journey towards the gymnasium.
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I entered a strange, empty hallway that was shrouded in darkness. It was late in the school day, yet there was no sign of anyone around. I expected to encounter teachers or staff, but the bolted windows and locked doors only added to the eerie atmosphere. The dim lighting heightened my sense of solitude. I wondered if I would eventually come across others or if I was the only one here for now.
Continuing my journey, I made my way towards the gymnasium, pushing open its heavy doors. Inside, a group of people had gathered. Some faces seemed vaguely familiar, while others were entirely new to me. Confusion clouded my mind as I approached the crowd, uttering a simple greeting, "Hello?" Their gazes fixed upon me, and then a yellow-haired individual spoke up, stating, "Including them, that makes 10." I couldn't comprehend the significance of their words, but I chose to ignore it for the time being.
Seeking answers, I asked the group, "What is this place?" However, their response was a collective stare. Suddenly, a boy with blue hair approached me and posed a question, "What's your name?" I replied, "The Second Coming, but you can call me Second." He extended his hand for a handshake, and I reciprocated the gesture. "My name is Blue. It's nice to meet you!" he said.
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