You'd think the park full of dangerous prehistoric animals would secure the catwalk above the pit of carnivores. But nooo. The funding had to go to important things, like tourism and setting up a camp for losers whose parents have way too much cash.

Why was Dazai there? Simple. The head scientist, Ōgai Mori, a great doctor but a horrible legal guardian, had to put his ward somewhere! What better than to keep the unstable seventeen-year-old with a bunch of annoying kids and killing machines?

Dazai blew at the strands of hair covering his eye, leaning over the flimsy metal bannisters; the only thing separating him from the hungry Deinonychus below. The marketing team tried to sell them as "velociraptors", but that plan failed, so now they had a bunch of them locked away in enclosures.

Maybe they'll give me a swift end... The idea was too tempting.

Dazai locked the heel of his shoe on the metal rail and hauled himself up. Knowing his luck, he'd survive. "Here I go."