Restoring order to the Shiroichi School was no easy task; demanding the combined efforts of Keiko, Akari, Mizuru, the [Student Council President] and CITA to quell the rampant Flying Monkey infestation.
Out of the hundreds of students, only a few had survived. Small enough for the investigation team to all gather in one classroom—those sullen and crying, confused and traumatized few—whilst they convened in a circle outside the door, in the middle of the carnage-filled hallway, to plot their next steps.
"Based on my calculations, the casualty rate is estimated to lie within the 88th and 93rd percentile," CITA said to the others, her eyes gliding across the contents of a HUD panel in front of her.
Everyone was shocked.
Mizuru slammed her fist into a locker, leaving a dent.
"No fucking way," she muttered, keeping her fist extended with a wide-eyed stare, aimed at the ground. "Nearly the whole school got wiped out, in just a few minutes."
