"The Idea Dumps" is a 'humorous' collection of potential storylines that explores the depths of the author's imagination. From absurd premises to unexpected plot twists, this book is a wild ride that doesn't take itself too seriously.
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In retaliation to her taunts, Kiyotaka hoists Arisu, hauling her to the school's summit before flinging her off with ruthless disregard.
A chilling silence follows.
She's dead.
Second Death
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Arisu's brazen intrusion into Hiyori Shiina's long-awaited date with Ayanokōji Kiyotaka left Hiyori's affable demeanor fractured. The audacity of the disruption, of Arisu's disregard for her personal space, was a stab to Hiyori's generally congenial nature.
The school day following the spoiled date, Hiyori called Arisu for a 'chat' in a secluded room. An isolated corner within the grand school building, chosen meticulously to keep away any curious onlookers. Arisu strolled in, her visage an image of innocence, oblivious of the impending storm.
Hiyori, her eyes hardened with resolve, began, "Did my date make for your amusement, Sakayanagi-san?"
Arisu smiled, a hint of arrogance seeping into her expression, "Why, Shiina-san, I simply—"
The smugness on Arisu's face was abruptly wiped off as Hiyori lashed out. Unsheathing a small knife, she lunged at Arisu, slashing her arm. A sharp cry of surprise escaped Arisu as she clutched her bleeding wound.
But Hiyori wasn't done. She continued her onslaught, slashing her again, each strike precise and powerful. Arisu staggered back, her cries echoing around the room, her white school uniform now stained with crimson.
Eventually, Hiyori paused, the whirlwind of her fury momentarily subsided. Arisu stood, her body trembling from the unexpected assault, her eyes wide in shock and pain.
"Do you finally understand the lesson now, Sakayanagi-san?" Hiyori asked, her normally bright and welcoming gaze replaced by one of cold detachment.
"Or do you need another reminder?" she continued, her fingers tracing the bloodied edge of the knife, the threat in her voice an icy promise. The room froze in tense silence, awaiting Arisu's answer.
