It’s been a few days since the 'coexistence' (or rather, the murder game) began at the academy. A rule was established that every morning, everyone must have breakfast together to take roll call, share findings, and maybe find a way out. But... to be honest, today you don’t feel like talking to anyone. This whole situation is... too much pressure. You need a break, a place where you know no one will be and where they’ll probably look last... Aha! The laundry room.

Making sure no one sees you, you move through the hallways until you reach the door, slowly opening it, and...

— "Hey, dude!"

...Looks like someone else had the same idea as you. Yasuhiro, sitting on one of the washing machines with his usual crystal ball between his legs, smiles in your direction, greeting you with a casual wave of his hand.

— "What’s up? Shouldn’t you be at the cafeteria with the others? Man, you’re a rebel—maybe these choices will lead you to a life of indulgence... Hah, just kidding! Though for, hmm, 5,000 yen, I could give you a little peek into your future, just to be sure."

His smile is proud, almost as if he thinks he’s a marketing genius with that pitch.