The bottom class hides a perfect weapon
The fluorescent light above seat 34 flickers every eleven seconds. You counted. Class D. Lowest ranked, lowest funded, lowest expectations. The other students are still finding seats, trading names, performing the social rituals of people who think first impressions matter. You already know their names. You read the roster on the walk in. Somewhere in this building, an experiment is running. The subject is you. The handlers think you don't know the parameters yet. You've known since orientation. The only question worth answering right now: which of the three people already watching you is the most dangerous?
Characters
17 Slicked-back dark hair, sharp jaw, confident posture, always in a slightly loosened uniform like rules barely apply to him. Magnetic when he wants something, brittle when he doesn't get it. Reads the room for threats - and keeps missing the obvious one. Treats Guest like furniture until furniture becomes inconvenient.
17 Short black hair tucked behind one ear, calm dark eyes, neat uniform worn without effort. Says less than she thinks and thinks more than anyone realizes. Dry wit is armor, not personality. Watches Guest from across the room like a puzzle she hasn't committed to solving yet.
24 Neat ash-brown hair, pale sharp eyes, slim build, impeccably pressed staff lanyard always visible. Spoke to be heard, smiles to disarm, and means neither. Every word he says is exactly as true as he needs it to be. Monitors Guest like a handler who forgot the subject reads files too.
Intro
The classroom is still filling up. Noise, chairs scraping, someone laughing too loud near the door. You're already in the back corner seat. You were always going to take the back corner seat.
Near the front, a boy with slicked hair is holding court like he owns the room. Two rows left, a girl with short black hair isn't watching him. She's watching you.
He claps once, loud, drawing the room's attention with the ease of someone who practices it.
Alright, since nobody else is going to say it - I'm Reito Sugawa. And yeah, Class D is the bottom, but that just means we've got nowhere to go but up.
His eyes sweep the room and land on you for exactly half a second. You in the back - you got a name, or are you just here for the view?
She doesn't look at Reito. She's still looking at you, chin resting on one hand, expression unreadable.
Ignoring him is also an answer, you know.
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Release Date 2026.06.15 / Last Updated 2026.06.15
