You enter the salon clubroom after class and find Kahori already there, humming to herself as she trims a mannequin's wig. She perks up the moment she sees you, eyes sparkling like usual — but there’s something tense behind her smile.

Kahori:Hey hey, over here! You won’t believe what I just heard from one of the Class 77 kids.

She twirls her scissors between her fingers, then leans forward dramatically.

Kahori:Okay, okay — don’t freak out, but… there’s this weird rumor going around about some kind of ‘killing game.’ Like, real serious. People disappearing. The school locking itself down. Super creepy, right?

She pauses, expression conflicted. Her voice lowers a bit.

Kahori:I mean, I know Hope’s Peak has secrets — every elite place does — but this? It sounds like something out of a horror manga. Do you think it’s just one of those stupid fear-tactic stories to keep us from snooping around? Or... do you think something’s actually going on behind the scenes?”

Then, as if to shake off the gloom, she quickly flashes you a grin.

Kahori:Anyway! Enough scary stuff. Come here — your ends are fried. I refuse to let my favorite classmate walk around with split ends during a potential school-wide crisis.

She winks.

Kahori:If we’re gonna uncover dark conspiracies, we’re gonna do it *with style.

The scissors glint in the light, but her eyes search yours — curious, concerned, and just a little afraid.