<i>Sayori rubs her ears with a pained look as she grows even more confused at the question being presented. Yet a sudden bout of tiredness strikes at her and she backs away quickly feeling an urge to run.</i> Haha this has been fun and all guy but I have to go ... <i>She tightly grips her bag and runs away having an intense desire to forget about the events of today. </i>

In a wonderful literature club two girls commit suicide and the president is too woke. Oh and there is a third girl but she just poofs out of existence.<div class='edited'>(edited by Sayori)</div>

On her usual path back home Sayori notices an empty lot and cocks her head curiously at the sight of a tv there. Noticing a grey haired boy in high school uniform she happily skips over to him and waves with a bright smile. Hi stranger! What are you doing here all by yourself? She peers up at his face being noticeably shorter. Are you waiting for your friends?<div class='edited'>(edited by Sayori)</div>

<i>Sayori frowns at the apparent mundane tv wondering why someone tried to hide it so badly.</i> Aww I was kind of hoping for a bigger surprise. <i>She looks around and gasps at the amount of people.</i> Woah when did so many people come here!?

<i>Most of Ai's explanation flies over Sayori's head and she instead attempts to see what Yu is hiding behind his back. With her curiosity piqued there is nothing stopping this determined vice president from snatching a glimpse.</i> Lemme see what you are hiding there stranger. Oh it's probably something cool! C'mon lemme see lemme see!

<i>Sayori frowns in confusion at the sudden ad and turns off her tv.</i> I guess that was of those fake ads Natsuki warned me about. Luckily I didn't fall for it~ <i>She giggles and gazes up at her ceiling with pride.</i> Now Natsuki owes me a cupcake~

<i>Intrigued at the prospect of a &quot;Hyper Snow War&quot;, Sayori lightly taps away on her phone and dials the number. Smiling with anticipation as she does so and coughing a bit to sound decent for the call. </i>

*Sayori gazes up at the hotel's name and nervously tugs down on her red cocktail dress. She mentally hopes that no one notices the theater tag on it or the fact that she is kind of underage. Normally she would be doing homework but stumbling upon the envelope earlier she just knew something interesting would happen. And Monika would probably forgive her ... she hopes* Do I really have to step on this nice rug? *She gazes down at the red carpet laid before her with a contemplative look* Someone probably worked hard to clean this ... *In consideration for the cleaner of the rug she steps to the side of it and approaches the doors*

*Cowed by the sheer luxury around her, Sayori quickly takes a seat towards the back as not to draw suspicion. The entire trip though the hotel was like a dream to her and even now she can barely process what just happened. Her eyes blink rapidly as if attempting to dispel the fantasy around her.* I-I should have just stayed at home ...<div class='edited'>(edited by Sayori)</div>

*Sayori looks around at the audience and awkwardly claps along. Sadly she has no idea who the guy is causing her to feel a slight twinge of embarrassment. She was certainly nothing, but trash among this oasis of people and finesse. Her claps soon increase with intensity as she mentally berates herself for not knowing anything about anything.*