Now, I'm not too sure about what one would expect from this classroom since I was just about to find that out. My name, since it starts with the letter 'D', will most likely be called out initially. Furthermore, this class seems to have no more nor less than 30 students? I could be wrong here.

---Roughly about a week later.

Again, nothing remotely interesting happened. That's worrying the hell out of me. What's up with this scenario? Aren't we supposed to interact at least one way or another? It's pissing me off how no one, but I mean this, literally no one is interacting. They either are silent or they just do their own stuff.

Basara-sensei doesn't mind this, which shocks me. Although he said such strong words about how we should behave, he doesn't seem to give a fuck about what we do in class.

"Akihiko Kogami."

"Aye, here."

Akihiko Kogami. The dude has short red hair and spends all of his time talking to himself. I mean this, okay!? The dude is always talking to himself. Murmuring, to be more precise. It makes me think that he is some sort of narcissist who is overly conscious about it. Aside from that, I could not come up with a clue as to why he is here.

The main premise of bothering to do this is for one simple reason; I wish to know just what each student here has done to deserve jail after 3 years. Ultimately, no one, even the teachers are opening up this case.

"Sana Nasha."

"Oh my god! You are so noisy all the time! Would you keep your mouth shut for one second!?"

Mocking his side partner, Akihiko waits one second and then says:

"One second has passed."

As a side note, Akihiko had a smug expression on his face. Sana was not happy at all. In fact, she grabbed her pencil and raised up in the air.

"I will kill youuuuuuuuuuuuu. Oneeeeeeee moreeeeeeee worddddddddd and you're deadddddddddd. Hear me!?"

"You can't take away my freedom of speech. I am a free person! I have all the right to speak! Aren't I right, sensei!?"

"Akihiko, shut up. I get that you're insane, but talking to yourself is a level of sadness no one would hope to achieve. Tone it down please."

I would just like to add something. Sana is very pretty honestly. Having pink hair and a set of clothes that are just as stylish as hell, one would assume that she would immediately be a good girl.

I didn't.

I am not someone to fall under such cliched scenarios.

It was obvious from the get-go that Sana had something off about her. Now, I'm not talking about the fact that she just grabbed a pencil and aimed it at Akihiko's throat. No. It's about the fact that she spends all of her time drawing Akihiko's face.

And of course, it's not just casual drawing... She makes a perfect sketch out of Akihiko's face and then starts to pierce it violently until there is nothing left. It doesn't end there though. She does it all over again.

Ah, there is a time where that doesn't happen. That time is when Akihiko isn't present.

I don't think she's a necessary nutcase, but just a conditional nutcase.

Her emotions seem out of the place though.

"Kan Aken- How many times do I have to say that you can't smoke weed in class!? Are you retarded!?"

"Yo, teach... Why don't you come here too?~ This is lit, yo..."

It was no use. Kan was officially high.

Kan Akenama. I had already met him earlier before this even started. With short brown hair, Kan had a black earring on his left ear. Nonetheless, I did manage to get his surname. He didn't want to tell me, but this was bound to happen. He just spends his time rolling joints.

I might be slightly curious to know where he got all that weed.

"Kan, you're a lost cause. Yukishiro Kyoko."

We all heard her name. The question was, did she?

No, no way she didn't. Kan's table partner wasn't exactly a nutcase. She um...

What's the correct way to describe her?

Oh yeah.

Someone who doesn't give a fuck about anything.

"Oi, Yuki. If you make me call your name again I'm gonna break that cellphone of yours."

Threatening words came out from Basara-sensei. I wouldn't doubt Basara-sensei if I was Yukishiro.

Basara-sensei calls her Yuki because it's easier. But no, still no response.

Then, without a shred of mercy in his eyes, Basara-sensei puts down his book and walks toward her.

"Last time. Yukishiro Kyoko, are you present?"

10 seconds passed. I'm assuming that the 10 seconds mark meant something like a death sentence.

Ultimately, it happened.

Basara-sensei grabbed her cellphone and just as he was about to shatter it...

"Wait, wait, wait!! I was listening to music! Sorry about that! Won't happen again, promise!"

She wasn't listening to music.

What a bad liar she is.

"Don't care. Enjoy texting with a broken phone."

I have no idea that inside this planet, no, all around this round planet, that there was someone as evil as him. Supposedly, we are all more morally corrupt than him. Having crimes on our records already makes us people that are immoral in one way or another.

What's more evil about it, is that as soon as Basara-sensei saw Yuki shedding tears for her cellphone, a devilish grin arose in his facial expression.

Devil!

But yeah, aside from the fact that she is always on her phone, what's remarkable about her is her long blonde hair. Oh, and her glowing orange eyes. That's certainly rare.

"Ikkiri Rikishima."

"Aye, aye! I was waiting for you to call me, Basara-sensei~! Good morning everyone! How is everyone?! Did you all sleep well!? Did any of you had nightmares!? If so, how many!? You can tell me anything honestly, I am always down to listen to anything! I mean it!"

Perhaps the most unnecessary reply of all time, but she is eccentric.

I don't understand...

Sana was one thing. She probably has problems controlling her emotions. If taken into consideration, emotion instability can be, without a doubt, a strong reason to commit crimes. Killing out of revenge and out of spite is something that is common, I believe.

However, if we look at the other two, Yukishiro and Ikkiri. There really is nothing off about them. One spends time on her cellphone, constantly, while the other should be in the infantry due to her attitude.

"I'm just gonna ignore you. Hyunda Hajime."

"Here."

Something to note about Ikkiri would be that, as soon as she gets ignored, she always turns her whole body to her left side. Her voluminous blue hair could be seen by everyone as soon as she turned to Hyunda.

"Hey, Hyunda! Basara-sensei decided to ignore me! What now?!"

"What now? What do you mean by 'What now?!'"

Hyunda's expression had the resemblance of someone who was so bored that he wanted to commit toaster mashup. He also had the famous Manga/Anime protagonist's ultimate power.

That's right. His sit was the last table at the end of the room, right next to the window. Call this intuition but I could tell that this guy, wasn't a joke at all.

"Huh!? I mean, what should I do now!? I get lonely pretty easily, just so you know."

"That's great."

"No, it's not! How am I supposed to solve this problem of mine!?"

It could be my imagination but Ikkiri's expression, instead of showing frustration showed anger. Wait, what's up with that?

"Not my problem. I don't care, sorry."

He has not looked her in the eye even once. This man is too bored to care.

"Hahahaha. Haaaaahaaaaaaaaa."

I'm not the type of person to get scared by every single thing but that laugh just now sent me some major chills down my spine.

Hyunda, however, didn't care, as he continued to look outside of the window. I wonder what's so interesting about it.

Both Hyunda and Ikkiri have contrasting behaviors. Hyunda is someone who basically does nothing at all. It's like the man wants to die or something. He has no will to live. While Ikkiri is the complete opposite. She shows a strong passion for her own words. Plus, she demonstrates a more than an average will to interact.

At first, I did say that there was no visible interaction yet just today, these people have interacted with each other in one way or another. Hyunda is a prime example of this. In the past week, he did not bother to even reply to Ikkiri's words, not even once. Yet now, for some reason, he felt the need to minimally do so.

I'm still worried about Ikkiri's creep laugh though.

Are we gonna witness a murder or something? This is not a joking matter, I swear.

"Ryoken Koutarou."

Finally, Basara-sensei resumes his stance.

Much like Hyunda, Ryoken doesn't possess any spectacular behavior. He is just... normal.

Hyunda's hair is silver which is somewhat similar to Ryoken's gray hair. At first, I thought he was suffering from old man syndrome but I was wrong.

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"I'm here."

In the end, he belonged to the type of guys in this class where I would have to wonder about the reason why they are here in the first place. I say, without any anecdotical evidence, this is surprisingly hard.

"Gale Iris."

Another weird name is called. Unlike Ikkiri, who is vivacious, Gale is a bookworm.

...........

How the hell did a bookworm commit a crime in the first place? Is there a crime for being too silent?

Or maybe I'm just too quixotic.

Just like any other bookworm out there, she had glasses. Her luscious violet hair could lure anyone in. However, her attitude was a silent one. She simply raised her hand and Basara-sensei accepted that as an answer. Much like her partner Ryoken, she portrayed a normal behavior.

Furthermore, unlike the rest of the girls who choose to walk with an average skirt, she wears a long one.

"Kanawari Gayakirima."

"Here, present~!"

Look, it's not as if I hate her straight up but I simply dislike girls like Kanawari from the get-go. Throughout my whole life, any girl that has approached me was never sincere, to begin with. I feel as if Kanawari is no different. She has brunette hair and tons of makeup. She smells good. No, extremely good. Call me biased, but I could tell from miles away that she was hiding a whole personality behind her mask.

Or not. Maybe she could be an extremely good-hearted girl.

...As if. Would anyone with an extremely good heart be here in the first place?

Hell no.

Actually, why am I having these thoughts?

Do I secretly hate pretty girls who show fake personalities only to hide their true personality on the inside?

I'm not reflecting on my bad and immoral thoughts, really. I'm just extremely proud of having them.

"Kuzan Takeshi."

"Iye, U um hire, Busiro-sunsui!"

I think I might have found as to why this guy is here. Though it's a groundless assumption without any evidence to back it up... Kuzan might just be someone addicted to stealing. How could someone so average looking, have luxurious food on his table?

My thoughts tell me that Kuzan actually stole that food from the cafeteria. Now, why do I say this?

Because we couldn't fucking eat this morning!!

"I should've fucking known it was you!! Bastard pig!"

"You dare to steal our breakfast!? You will pay so hard, Kuzan! King George will only feed us in the night!"

Voicing those complaints were Rayazaki and Tatsu, two male students who had still had yet to be called.

By the way, isn't this calling taking way too long!? I've been here for five minutes and my name has not been called. I even had time to notice two things amidst it. One, Basara-sensei isn't calling us by alphabetic order, although, Akihiko's name was called first. However, that was merely just a coincidence since Sana's name came next.

Two, our tables are for both girls and boys to be in it, hence the duality.

I would like to voice my opinion on Tatsu's assumption. He is assuming that King George will actually allow us to eat tonight. I would very much like to remind him that we did not eat anything last night because the food mysteriously disappeared. Yet, I remained silent. This was turning chaotic. And someone who couldn't read the mood decided to say some unnecessary things.

"Oh my. Only two meals per day? I didn't know that you boys were genuinely that poor."

It wasn't a question about money. That whole point was totally invalid, Sana. However, I truly believe that she simply wanted to state that to bring some salt.

"Um, actually. It's not a question about money, we are ruled by a tyrant. But, of course, you little princesses wouldn't know this right? What a sweet and nice life you girls must-have."

This was weird. Kuzan, who just had finished eating, decided that it was a good idea to voice his opinion. Is this guy stupid or what? Can't he get a clue? It's obvious as fuck that we are going to roast his ass for dinner at this rate.

"Kuzan, you dumb fuck! It's all your fault that we are being ridiculed by this lowly girl! What the fuck man!

...What? Seriously, that's your complaint, Susaga!?

You are more worried about your gender complex rather than the fact that we haven't eaten anything in almost 24 hours!? Oh right, that motherfucker Kuzan probably did.

"Lowly girl!? Have you looked at the mirror, you plebian!? Oh, that's right, you probably can't afford it."

I almost clapped out of instinct, but this chaotic conversation was interrupted by Basara-sensei, who slammed his book on the table.

He didn't say a word, but instead, continued.

"Kuzan, to the principal's office, now. Rayazaki, Tatsu, Susaga. I'm assuming that by the looks of it, you want to go to the principal's office, like Kuzan?"

"Wait a second. How come Sana isn't getting a lecture too?"

"This isn't a lecture, dumbass. This is a mere suggestion. But, you just happen to be somewhat right. Sana, don't do that again."

"Kay."

She glanced back at Tatsu, who claimed that she shouldn't get away with it just because. I would like to commend him on that.

"Teach, but I haven't done anything wrong. Why should I go to that monster's office!?"

So far, no one here has visited the principal's office. Kuzan would be the first. If so, why is he calling the principal a monster?

"This morning, your dorm's supervisor said to me the following: 'A rat decided to infiltrate the kitchen at 4 am and took everything there. If I see that rat stealing my motherfucking food again, I will clobber him.'"

Kuzan got rapid-fire goosebumps. Even so, his eyes didn't show defeat.

"Oh, i-is that so? Man, that rat sure is giving King George a bit of trouble! Guys, we got to eliminate that rat, before he starts to eat all the food."

"Kuzan, you're the rat!!" Said the boys, Basara-sensei included.

Looking down, Kuzan took the walk of shame, and then, the boys, myself included, glared at him with famine eyes.

"That's it. I don't give a fuck anymore. It's pointless to call out to every single one of you if you are all just gonna do some stupid shit like Kuzan."

It seems that Basara-sensei arrived at that conclusion earlier than expected. To my surprise, this was the very first time where I saw some interaction with my classmates. Nevertheless, it didn't involve me. And most surely not my female partner who has still to talk to me over a week.

"Open your books at page 28. I'll begin the classroom."

Roughly speaking, our classes were extremely average. We simply learned the same subjects that we would learn as if we were in high school. However, since we were apart from this program, our situation was a little bit different.

Allow me to explain some special rules.

The first class, one week earlier.

"Hey, what the fuck is this? Are we playing students or something?"

The class was in a state of chaos. Everyone didn't want to respect Basara-sensei who stood there on his desk, with his legs crossed. Furthermore, he was smoking.

I felt like I was the only one who wanted to get answers out of Basara-sensei.

Yet, as if he could read my moves, as soon as I decided that I would speak up, he put his full index finger on his mouth as if to indicate that I shouldn't speak.

Right after, Basara-sensei started to write something on the board.

It didn't take long for all the class to stop talking and sit down. Because, even I, who had initially good intentions, stood in my sit frozen. The side glances that were constantly cast at me didn't bother me. I knew as to why they bothered to cast those glances, to begin with.

It didn't really bother me.

"Oh great. You all decided to shut the fuck up. Nice, you people can use your brain cells. I'm flattered that I was given such consideration. I'm also flattered that I wasn't obligated to enforce some sense via physical force."

Nobody bothered to say a word due to how shocked they were with what was written on the board.

Without caring for anyone's surprises, he continued.

"Most people would not believe that you all would be capable of such feats but you know, it really brings me excitement when I am in the same room with you criminals. Ah, you're wondering about what's written on the board, right?"

"W-What the hell is those numbers!? I-I know that what I did was wrong, but if those numbers are what I think they are..."

"Sagasuga Hiroyoshi, 10 years of jail. Yeah. What's so surprising about it?"

"I-it can't be... I..."

"You? You what?"

"...Nothing..."

"As you all can see, these numbers, of course, those which are on the right side of your full name stand for how many years in jail you will have to fulfill."

Multiple expression which resembled shock and some even had excitement in them, could be seen all over the classroom. However, there was one thing that I could not understand. What I previously did should not justify this sentence.

"Still, I must say, to be in the presence of someone who has 1000 years of jail to fulfill, hahaha."

Basara-sensei, no, everyone, including the female individual on my left side looked at me.

Yes, apparently, I have 1000 years to spend in jail.

I wasn't just going to randomly accept that though.

"That's wrong."

"What?"

"I said, that's wrong."

"Now, why is it wrong though?"

Basara-sensei asked me a good question. A question, so good that I had no answer to it.

"Could I know where you got the evidence? I'm assuming you are saying all of this because you have evidence, correct?"

"That's right, that's right!"

"Show us some evidence!"

It's not as if anyone is backing me up on this, all of them just wanted to know whether or not that's actually true.

"You people must never have heard of a little thing called 'reports'. Of course, I have evidence."

I suspected as such. After all, he wasn't just writing those numbers at random earlier. Basara-sensei held onto a sheet where he probably had those reports. I simply wanted to confirm two things. One, whether or not it was the real deal and two, just what I had actually done.

That old geezer simply arrested me for what I had done. But, what I did does not justify the fact that I supposedly have 1000 years of jail to fulfill.

Eventually, Basara-sensei decided to hand out the reports to the respective individuals. Some even rejected the reports for their own personal reasons.

And just as I was about to receive my own report, I caught the glimpse of something interesting.

Lus.

However, she immediately realized that and collected her whole report.

That was probably her name.

As soon as I received my report, I read it.

Well, this is unexpected. This crime did not correspond to the one I previously did. Of course, it didn't.

Why would it, even? I wanted to complain about this, but I immediately began to thought about the afterword.

Assumingly, if I complained about my situation, what then, really? I needed some sort of evidence to back my argument up. Plus, there is the fact that Basara-sensei is a cold aloof human being. I didn't feel certain about this, therefore I remained silent.

She would cast side glances at me as I was reading my own report but I didn't really care for them. I, however, did care that she might be trying to secretly read my report. To counter that, I made sure to completely blind her by putting my left arm in a way where it covered her whole vision.

Sooner or later, she gave up.

"First rule, you are not allowed to interact with anyone in school. The only exceptions to this are school staff and students in this class. Also, by school staff, I mean the staff that is responsible for you. Anyone who isn't responsible for you, cannot be talked to. Consequences of disobeying this rule: You are removed from this program. Did anyone not understand this?"

"Sensei, I have a doubt. What happens if someone is removed from the program?"

That answer evidentially came with a question. Hyunda, surprisingly took an interest and asked Basara-sensei this question.

"Well, you go back to your normal life. Pretty cool, right?"

"So, what happens once we hit 18? If that someone who had been removed from the program hits the legal age to go to jail, what then?"

"Are you dumb? You go to jail obviously."

Perhaps his real intention was to simply extract information from Basara-sensei, so he didn't really mind Basara-sensei calling him dumb. Regardless of how supposedly basic this was, there was no guarantee that someone would get thrown to jail after dropping out of the program.

I'm thankful for Hyunda. He asked such a basic question but he got a doubt of the way. Smart.

Hyunda resumed his silence then.

"You have all read the rules, correct? If so, there is no need to explain the rest. I just felt the need to repeat this rule in case someone didn't get it. Also, you are free to drop out whenever you want. Please, don't feel obligated to do this. If you want to drop out, by all means, do so."

No way that's an option.

It was meaningless to repeat my earlier words. Basara-sensei didn't believe me when I said that I really didn't receive a book with the rules. For my own safety, in the future, preferably a close one, I would have to get my hands on that book.

Present time.

This reminded me, I needed to talk to someone in order to review the rules from the book.

.........

I didn't want to resort to this but there were no consequences to this.

It will only be ephemeral. There was no reason to get nervous here. Besides, what could go wrong.

I stole a glance at her yet her eyes seemed as if she was looking at something so horribly abhorrent that it almost stole all of my commitment. Then, she would look at her lascivious nails, which, by the way, were beautifully decorated. Her attitude, while looking at them showed zealously.

.....

Unfortunately, maybe now wasn't a good time.

No.

In order to get some useful information, I need to contact someone. That's right. That someone would be the one who is right next to me. On the other hand, I would have to conduct myself carefully. I know nothing about her.

Provided that, I should not just start with a direct encounter.

Another key thing to remember is that I already saw her argue with someone earlier. I am by no means expecting a gentle reply, but I am trying to think of a way in which she doesn't flat out reject me.

Significantly 2 minutes after, I managed to come with a simple solution.

In conclusion, as Basara-sensei was talking about the subject, he would forcefully interact with other students. Basara-sensei was a problem too. I could not be caught by him. Even though the other students just do whatever the hell they please, what they don't notice is that they become Basara-sensei's prey later on.

With this in mind, it's natural that, right now, the ones that are being questioned are them.

Notwithstanding the pressure, I made my move.

Now, how will you react?

My nervous mental state hits its peak as I forcefully put a small piece of paper on her notebook.

By the way, all that was written in that small piece of paper was: 'Hey.'. She had no reason to reject this. All she had to do was to reply with a 'Hey.' back. Fairly simple, right?

Yet...

Without opening the paper, which, I, out of nobility, wrapped it up, she decides to do something completely abrupt and unnecessary.

"Sensei."

"Yes?"

"Can I toss this paper in the garbage can?"

"I'm happy that someone actually reminded to use manners for once. Sure, go on."

It's not wrong to have a strong desire to slap someone who just tosses your paper into the garbage without reading, right?

"Thank you."

I'm a fair man. I believe so. That's why, if Basara-sensei wasn't here, I would two slap this bitch without any mercy. No, I would probably do something far crueler. A kick? A punch? So many options. Nonetheless, such was not possible because Basara-sensei would without a doubt apply those called 'consequences'.

By contrast, she starts to write something. I was curious so I decided to gaze.

With that said, she gave me equal treatment as earlier. My vision was totally blocked.

Then, in a heartbeat, she puts a paper, which was wrapped as well, in my notebook.

If this was a way of apologizing then I might reconsider my previous thoughts.

I was in a forgiving mood, honestly. Therefore, I opened it.

"Sensei, can I toss this paper in the trash can?"

My hand was twitching huh? Well, that's normal.

"...Sure..."

I got up from my seat and tossed the paper which said: 'Don't talk to me, creep <3' to the garbage can.

This is why we can't have nice things.