She didnât like any of this, really, even though Junko had reassured them time and time again that everything would be alright. Theyâd been given some sort of âtrapâ to rig up, something Chiaki didnât fully understand herself. There were wires, ropes, metal bits... whatever. Sheâd just done what the instructions said, only looking up again when she felt Hajime take her hand. She squeezed back, hoping her palms werenât too sweaty.Â
âDone with that part.â Sheâd cut the pad of her thumb on one of the wires. She stuck it in her mouth, eyeing up the fake knife theyâd been given. Scare them, Junko had said. âAre you ready to record?â Chiaki asked, speaking around her injured thumb.
She had fake blood packets underneath her clothes. The goal was to stage her own death, then get it on video as the witnessing students fled from the scene and sprang the trap. The students would get paint all over them, and then a banner would fly up and explain that it was all a prank... supposedly.
Chiaki didnât understand how this would change things, but Junko was a brilliant enigma. They just had to trust her.