Time rewinds to half an hour ago.
Fushimi Roku smashed all the chairs in the room, transmitting Morse code to the other participants, then climbed onto the wooden table and tore down the chandelier, plunging the room into darkness.
He held two chair legs with his mouth, jumped up, reached out his right hand according to memory, inserted a single finger into the hole where the chandelier hung, suspending his body in mid-air.
The radio was announcing the pairing results, but Fushimi Roku didn't care; he had already unlocked the headgear and was temporarily out of life-threatening danger.
From the beginning, he had discerned everyone's identity through the tags above the participants' heads.
Among them, Miss Rabbit's vice was "foolish belief." He guessed seven or eight parts, estimating this individual was a believer of the Aum Truth Sect, disguised as Minamoto Tamako just to disgust him, eventually forcing a life-and-death decision or something.
