Rei had survived office deadlines, Earth rent prices, and now two entire arcs of yandere warfare, but nothing could prepare him for the morning after Cake Diplomacy.
He awoke in the ruins of what used to be his dorm room—half wall missing, ceiling open to the sky, pigeons nesting in his wardrobe. His pillow was now a stack of charred syllabi, his blanket a half-burnt exam rubric.
[System Morning Report: Sleep Quality = -200%.]
[Reason: Pillow Screaming "Marry Me" At 3 A.M.]
[Should've Bought Earplugs Instead Of Wives.]
Rei groaned, rolling over onto a pile of broken chalk. "No… not exams… please…"
But exams were exactly what was waiting.
On his desk—well, his desk-shaped pile of ash—sat six envelopes. Each was sealed with wax, each glowing faintly with murderous intent. They pulsed like cursed hearts, waiting to detonate.
Rei stared. "…Oh no."
Letter One: Lilia.
