32 students remaining.

Ohtori stumbled, tripping over a tree root as his attacker lunged at him, garrote twisting viciously around his throat as he stared into snarling black eyes.

Light flashed through the air and blood sprayed across his uniform as a blade jutted point-first from the dead boy's eye. A jerk and the corpse fell, dragging the garrote with it, leaving Ohtori free to gasp for air.

A hand reached out to steady him as lips smiled at him widely. Carrot colored hair fluttered in the breeze as his rescuer asked with concern, "Are you all right?"

31 students remaining.


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