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gaze.
    Immediately, she averted her eyes, returning to her nail art.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse.
There could be little doubt: Eiri Akabane was interested in him. Whether her strange hostility was born of curiosity or envy, Kyousuke couldn’t tell. Her drowsy gaze only seemed to sharpen when focused on him.
    Those rust-red eyes, sharp like blades… Kyousuke’s skin prickled in horror, and for a moment, it felt as if a knife was lodged in his throat.
This is bad…really bad! Not just Eiri…everyone is looking at me!
As the self-introductions continued, Kyousuke wondered how many days he could survive.
    “Hello, everyone. I’m the ‘Japanese Ted Bundy,’ Shinji Saotome. Heh-heh… I’m sure you all know who that is, right? Ted Bundy? He’s that peerless strangler from America, the murderer whom I admire and respect the most! And while I personally can’t compare with his marvelous thirty-person kill count…well, I
have
killed two people, both of them girls. I strangled them with my bare hands… I could feel it all between my fingers…especially their final, delicate breaths…
    “Of course, afterward, I also… Well, let’s just say that I
indulged
myself a little. To be frank, I’m a necrophile. I love girls, especially the beautiful ones, and especially when they look just like dolls. Like Eiri Akabane from earlier! …Ah, anyway, Kyousuke Kamiya, let me say that I truly respect you as a killer. It’s nice to make your acquaintance.”
    The boy was pale and delicate, beautiful at a glance but utterly horrible. When their eyes met, he winked at Kyousuke, who felt his stomach turn. There was no doubt: This Shinji was completely, irredeemably insane.
    Of course he thinks I’m just like him…everybody does!
To add to his nicknames, Slayer and Megadeath, now came the “Warehouse Butcher,” killer of twelve! And it wasn’t a nickname that would have any traction among the delinquents and hooligans he was familiar with. No, the people attracted to this label would be insane murderersand psychotic perverts. Kyousuke couldn’t help but groan as he thought of the trials awaiting him.
Is this what my life has come to?

    “…Well, then. Everyone’s done with their self-introduction now, right?” Kurumiya retook her place at the podium. “Oh yeah, I guess there was that one pigheaded bastard from before…probably dying now…but if he pulls through, I guess he’ll be back sooner or later.”
    The atmosphere instantly grew heavy and tense. Kurumiya tapped the iron pipe on her shoulder, looking out across the class of murderers with a faint smile. There was not the slightest hint of fear in her wide, youthful eyes, and though she may have looked like nothing so much as an elementary school student, it seemed that, even if the whole class were to gang up and rush her at once, she would be impossible to kill.
    “Well, what are your impressions, now that we’ve all finished our self-introductions? Are you starting to see that every single one of you is an irredeemable shit stain, huh? —I mean, where do you think you are? This school is society’s garbage dump, a place where trash like you is thrown away, together. A dumpster, a pigsty, a home for demonic subhuman filth! You starting to catch on?”
    What Kurumiya said was unfortunately true, thought Kyousuke.
    While there were a handful of students who, like Maina, had killed accidentally, most had either done it on purpose, knowing exactly what they did, or were the type who thought nothing of a little casual murder.
I’m supposed to lead an academic life stuck with these bastards? Impossible!
But it wasn’t like he had a choice.
    They were so foreign to him: their ideas, their mind-sets, their ideals and reasons… Kyousuke couldn’t understand them at all. And he certainly didn’t understand why he had been thrown in here with them. An abnormal institution for even more abnormal students.
    “Is this hell?” Kurumiya was saying.