task 2 : enoki
Maybe they all ought to have expected something like this to occur. After all, based on the implicit strangeness of their situation, it was more likely for the trend of unfamiliarity to continue than it was for it to stop altogether. Kaho had listened to the monochrome bear's spiel along with the rest of her classmates, rolling her eyes at its close. Whoever was in charge of this thing was surely bluffing, trying to elicit a reaction out of them. Starved for entertainment, much? How lame. Despite her impassiveness in the face of the stuffed bear's petty threats, her reaction to the little red book had been a bit different.
The secrets detailed within the thing were eerily personal. Private, intimate almost. How had anyone on the school board, or otherwise, even, learned these things about her life? Kaho's eyebrows lowered in concern and frustration as she flipped rapidly through the crudely written pages. More than frighten her, the contents of the book confused the furrier. She felt... watched. Perhaps this was why that black haired boy had been so adamant about the existence of cameras before -- whoever was in charge of this was clearly no stranger to passive observation. But who could be in charge? Their surroundings were elaborate beyond measure. What surrounded them was full fledged dungeon, with an armory and even instruments of torture. And, if the bear had been telling the truth, a castle awaited them beyond the blocked-off staircase.
Who would put this much cash and planning into a group of half-baked teenagers? It was all rather difficult for her to comprehend. Rather than dwell on the reasoning behind their situation, though, Kaho decided resolutely to continue her uninspired investigations of the various rooms. She scoffed and threw her own book callously onto the floor, as if to show her lack of belief in the little scheme. Only a moment later, the girl stomped next door into the torture chamber, arms crossed as she stared at one of the decorated walls with a look of vexation. At that moment, that all-too familiar voice rang out over the loudspeaker.
"Because you decided to rip up my gifts to you all… don’t kill, and I do the same to the letters. Every. Last. One."
Kaho narrowed her eyes and glanced into the four corners of the room, one by one. The bear's second announcement had shaken her to the core. If the people in charge of this operation had the funds required to put together such an extravagant dungeon, they were probably capable of much, much more. It was... worrisome. But it had to be a prank, right? Kaho wasn't so sure anymore. She paced forward to inspect one of the daunting instruments that in the depths of the room, and hardly paid the increasingly foul odor any mind. The furrier was used to the scent of death, and although she did not enjoy it, it wasn't unbearable.
Footsteps resonated somewhere behind her. Kaho reached forward to place her palm against the cool surface of the iron maiden, closing her eyes and taking a breath.
"You get a look at this thing? Wild. Absolutely wild. Shove someone in this lady and shut the door, boom. Dead. Caligula wept," Kaho muttered, lowering her hand and turning around to face the person who had entered the room. "And then what? You're emancipated. Get out of jail free. Sounds pretty nice, right?"
