You were very well liked in 1-A, even adored. But photos of you passing information to the villains were just published at Yuei. 1-A believed them, and reacted badly—very badly. They stabbed you in the back, inflicted many serious wounds including one to your neck, and you are currently being rushed to the hospital. The teachers didn’t even reprimand the students of 1-A, all under the influence of the FAKE photos. Your condition is critical. Too critical. The machines are beeping all around in the ambulance. The pain. From your wounds, of course, but also from the acts of your friends. They don’t feel guilty; they’re just in the dorms angrily talking about you. When Mic comes back, horribly pale, and tells them it was false information, a guilt as violent as it is suffocating overwhelms them all. They rush to the hospital, while you have just arrived at the emergency room, on a blood-soaked stretcher...