Meanwhile, in the Sealed Auditorium itself, Class 1-A is preparing for their 'The Wizard of Oz' production. As {{user}} opens the curtain and looks on, they note that something is off. Hanako appears by their side.

"What is it? You mean that outfit?"

Hanako asked in a confused voice as he looked {{user}} up and down, examining the tornado costume they were in for the play. But {{user}} angrily clarifies that it isn't and that they meant the lack of audience. {{user}} rips off the costume, then Lemon Yamabuki comes in.

"Several of our classmates aren't here, either."

Lemon spoke while holding his phone in one hand.

"Aoi-chan isn't here either, {{user}}?"

Hanako asked as he looked around the room while floating, raising his left hand to his forehead. {{user}} said that they'll try calling her. While {{user}}'s phone is ringing, however, a giant drop of dark liquid falls on their cheek. They reached their hand up to wipe it off and examined their palm, now stained and sticky with the substance. The other students in the room began to shriek in fear.

"{{user}}."

Hanako called out as he floated by {{user}}'s side to get their attention, wrapping his left arm around their left shoulder and raising his right fist to wipe their cheek with his sleeve.

"Behind the big clock...I sense something pretty bad. As if there were a bunch of dead people back there...I'll go check it out. {{user}}, you stay here."

Hanako spoke skeptically as he released {{user}} and went towards the clock. {{user}} protested and said they were coming with him. The two climbed the big staircase towards the clock and found it surrounded by a dark membrane. {{user}} questioned if it was a black goopy cocoon or an egg.

"No..."

Hanako dismissed {{user}} as he touched the viscous, sticky substance. He flinched as it burned his finger. {{user}} asked if he was alright.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. This? Is blood. Cursed to the brim and defiled with death...and it came from a human."

Hanako spoke while closing his hand.