The two of them followed the trail to the Illusory Art Classroom.
A heavy door stood before them. A sign reading "Illusory Art Classroom" hung on it, and a faint light seeped through the gap.
The door was locked.
March 7th gave it a push. It didn't budge.
"What do we do?" March 7th looked to Yan Huan for an answer.
"Let's call for Ms. Bobo Doll and ask her to open it."
"Open it? Why bother? How many times have I used a door properly since I set out?"
As soon as he finished speaking—
BANG!
Yan Huan's kick warped the locked classroom door.
The metal frame groaned under the strain, and the entire door crashed to the floor like a piece of junk, kicking up a cloud of dust.
As the dust settled, Bobo Doll's pitiful expression came into view.
The red roly-poly doll huddled in a corner of the classroom, her round body trembling slightly. The smile on her face now looked more like a grimace of tears.
And then there was...
"Oh my~ That was fast!"
Sparkle stood nearby, already holding a Blank Mask.
She wore a white dress, her twin tails falling neatly over her shoulders and a smug smile on her face.
The mask was pure white, without a single decoration, and spun lightly between her fingers.
"Huh? Why did you give the mask to her?" Yan Huan's eyes widened. He pointed at Sparkle, then looked at Bobo Doll. "Didn't you think there was something wrong with her?"
"I did! But you got here too late!" Bobo Doll choked out.
The roly-poly doll rocked slightly with agitation, her voice thick with tears:
"She turned into you and told me all sorts of things about Himeko's past! I—I believed her..."
"Ah! I'm sorry, Ms. Bobo