Afterword

Hello, this is Bokuto Uno. A cacophonous salute and a bustling festival herald the opening of the third year.

Two years in this hellscape have changed our boys and girls beyond recognition. The six friends are not the only ones honing their skills. They're at the peak of the lower forms now; it is time to evaluate the fruits of their training. Is it any wonder they're all so committed?

Yet the students in the upper forms see things differently. The strings that tug on them prevent them from falling for the festival's thrall—but they are not any less active. Those in a position to lead the student body all the more so—walking a tightrope against the drives of the faculty, one may well forget to watch one's back. And the students at this school do so love to stab you there.

The Scavenger warlock claims his prize and exits the festivities. The answer our detective seeks now lies in the labyrinth's depths.

The dead are the past. Face that unwary, and you may well succumb. Take care lest you get dragged under—your lives are in your own two hands.