finally, the sprinklers activated, showering down and dousing the flames they had previously tried to put out themselves. it was a shame their efforts hadn't worked, but there was no time to think about that now.
ignoring the blaring music, ignoring everything in their way, hajime ran towards the back of the room. his heart was pounding, anxiety welling up inside of him. he had no clue what was waiting for him beyond that burnt curtain, but he was about to find out soon enough.
before he could even ponder the possibilities, a shocking scene is displayed before him. @untalents, bloodied- knife stabbed through one hand while the other was gripped around a whip. hajime doesn't bother following it upwards, because after noticing the cruelty of the scene... he notices one more thing.
movement. of his chest- of his eyes- of his head. he was alive. badly wounded, but alive. there's no time for him to ask why. even after all the threats, the turnaround, the strange way the lucky student had been acting... he was still one of them. he was still trapped in this game just as the rest of them were. and clearly he had been attacked.
‶ komaeda!!! ″ the talentless reserve student rushes to his side, crashing to his knees. he tears the duct tape from his mouth in a panic. emotions so strong welling up inside him that it causes his eyes to water. his stomach churns with emotion- ones he can't even fully place.
he can hear his fellow classmates yelling, questioning, but it falls on deaf ears for the time being. he's barely able to process that some of them are helping. attempting to safely remove the whip from his hand- to save him from the spear on the ceiling. others untying his legs.
‶ wh-what happened?! who did this?! ″
