October paused for a moment, looking at Carolina with a face of genuine confusion. The early bird gets the worm? What sort of nonsense was that? She shook her head slightly, assuming that it must have been an expression of some sort of brain trauma on Carolina's part. They had been through quite a lot in the past few days, so she supposed it would make sense. Or perhaps Carolina was merely using her acting skills to show how periods made one a bit delusional?
"You're doing excellently at saying nonsense," October finally said, deciding that her last explanation had to be it. She followed her friend into the classroom, taking an open desk next to her. The other students in the class hardly seemed to be in a good mood. Most of them stared down with various expressions of dismay at their desks, with October raising an eyebrow. Such a dejected and sour atmosphere, one appropriate for a funeral...She regretted briefly that this school would likely be shut down soon.
"Good morning, class," Faust said, as he swept into the room. He was wearing a different meatsuit than he did normally. However, October couldn't help but note that this one seemed to suit him much better - no pun intended. "Today will be your first lesson in a History of Persecution. And what better way to learn than through experience?" Faust added, his mouth twisting up into a smile. The atmosphere of the room went from bad to terrible in seconds, as he made his way to the chalkboard and took up a piece of chalk.
"As you are all aware, no one completed the task on your first day at the school to retrieve the artifact I had hidden in the town," Faust said. "Someone more naive may assume that this was because you were simply unable to - but as it stands, the artifact is missing."
"Maybe a normal took it," October suggested. A few other students murmured agreement. It was clear they were largely doing so in hopes that Faust wouldn't carry out whatever threat he had in mind.
"Maybe they did, Miss... Miss Crypt, isn't it?" Faust replied curtly. "But a lesson will be learned either way. Now, does anyone know how much cyanide the human body can handle before death?" Faust paused for a moment, seeing only October raise her hand. "Approximately 3 mg per liter of blood in the body. There are about 5.5 liters of blood in the human body. Every day until the artifact is returned, three students will be randomly served dishes containing 22 mg of cyanide...Perhaps you will survive. Perhaps you will die a painful death. If you simply choose not to eat, you can last for three weeks."
"That, my dears, is your lesson on persecution."
