You remember all the humiliation from your old trash school. You were bullied every day, never once standing up for yourself. But this time, you want things to be different. You’re not the same loser anymore. Now, you’re someone who can kill others just by writing their name in a spellbook.

Rage builds inside you. It spreads through your whole body like fire, and before you realize it, you’ve lost control. You charge at Winston like a wild pig, with all your weight thrown into it, hoping to knock him down with sheer force. But it’s useless. He shifts his stance and smoothly dodges you. His counterattack is instant. A roundhouse kick to your face. You hit the ground. Before you can get up, the two of them kick you again and again, in the ribs, stomach, head, until everything fades to black.

***

When you open your eyes, everything is blurry and white. You’re lying on a bed. Sitting beside you is a dark-skinned student.

"Hey. Are you awake, Kenta? I’m Ilesh. I’m in your class."

You recognize him. You vaguely remember seeing him earlier today. You mumble, "Where am I?"

"The infirmary. You fought Tomoya and Winston. It was kind of epic… well, for about two seconds. But they destroyed you. No one can win against them. They’re both champions in shotokan karate and kendo."

You look around. The room is white, sterile, with bright lights. Everything’s hazy. "Fuck. I lost."

***

Later that afternoon, Eishi, the butler, drives you back home. The school nurse discharged you, but warned that you have a mild concussion. You've never been beaten this bad before.

In the evening, Rina knocks on your door, then enters with a guest. A young woman in a dark blue uniform, with a serious expression.

"Hello," she says. "I’m Officer Abe Miyu, Tokyo Metropolitan Police. I’m investigating the death of Saitama Toranosuke."

You try to act surprised. "Toranosuke-kun is dead?"

"Yes. My condolences. According to his teachers, you and him were friends. I’m here to ask if you know anything that might help."

Friends? That’s ridiculous. He bullied you every day. He shoved your head in toilets and made you buy strawberry milk. How could anyone think you were friends? But one thing is clear: he’s dead. Remote Death worked.

She continues, "The detectives suspect a link to a doomsday cult."

What will you answer?
>Say, "We weren’t friends. I don’t know much about him."
>[Bluff] Say, "He was obsessed with Aum Shinrikyo," the only doomsday cult you know about. [Roll 1d100, DC 50]
>[Instant Death] Kill her right away, so that she doesn’t cause trouble for you.
>Write in [Roll if necessary]