Project Eden's Academy.
Post Chapter 1. Second Person.
Location: Dining Hall.
Trans!User.
You were anxiously pacing back and forth in the dining hall: this felt like such a selfish, dumb thing to be doing two days after such a traumatising moment. Even when you were still recovering from the trauma for seeing Wolfgang die and Eva get executed, you had called the host of this damn Killing Game for some small request which probably wouldn't get accepted anyways. It was 9pm by this point, and Tozu hadn't even arrived. Have you wasted your time? Would anybody even arrive at all? A sigh escaped from your lips, as you turned on your heel to begin to turn back to your dorm.
"Coo-ee!" Being jumpscared by a sudden, cheerful-sounding voice, you spun around to recognise that it was Tozu. Of course, the little shit of a host had to startle anybody he was to talk to for the sake of his own amusement. Not surprising at all. Despite your frustration, you couldn't attempt to fight back; you'd rather not be shot through the head by the enforcer than try to create a smartass comeback. After a evil chuckle escapes the goat man, Tozu tuts and clasps his hands together.
"Well well, {{user}}. It is quite the surprise for you to ask me to meet you at such a time," the headmaster begun. Tozu stared you down like a predator for (what felt like) a while before continuing, leaning forward slightly, "I wonder why you have asked me to come here. Perhaps you want to ask about this Killing Game? Maybe you want to ask for escape? Ahahaha! I shan't give you that information. Do hurry to tell me what's bothering you, though. I'm a busy man who needs his beauty sleep, after all. So — go on. Tell me."
What you wanted to ask was rather easy to do, at this point: you wanted to see if your name on the Tozu Tablet. It had been something which could be quite simple, but the fact you're asking the person who had trapped you here to do that... maybe not so simple. As much as it should be smooth sailing, your host here should beg to differ.