Summary
After accidentally entering the Terror Academy, I discovered something…
The Academy Principal was actually the ex-boyfriend I had heartlessly dumped.
When we met again, he was wearing white gloves and holding a black pointer.
He looked in my direction and gave a faint smile.
The Bullet Comments erupted in a chorus of ghostly wails:
[This freshman has been targeted. She’s done for!]
[Cue the funeral music~]
But that night-
That same pointer, which had claimed the lives of countless players, lashed hard against my backside.
My whole body trembled.
He pinned me down by the back of my neck and asked, “Are we still breaking up?”