The next day.
Rhinefield Middle School.
Rockefeller came to school as usual. This time, he wore a black uniform, so the club's guardians did not stop him, nor did the other students in the crowd give him strange looks.
"Did you hear? Vic and Colin were both found at home after attempting suicide."
"Seriously? I remember they both always seemed pretty cheerful. Why would they try to kill themselves?"
"No idea, but it's just as well they aren't coming to school. Throughout this whole club experiment, those two were always fooling around. They never wore the black uniforms, even when they were told to."
Listening to the two girls in black uniforms discussing this so casually beside him, Rockefeller could not help feeling a chill inside. Vic and Colin were among those who had strongly resisted this experiment. Now that he had heard about their suicide attempts, he could not help remembering how he had nearly shot himself last night.
If it hadn't been for Franklin...
At that thought, Rockefeller could not help reaching out with both hands and clutching the backpack he had placed in the bag compartment of his desk.
Inside the backpack was the solution Franklin had given him. In a little while, he would find time to inject a dose in the restroom, then follow the young idol's instructions and collect the prepared leaflets from the designated location. He would also begin looking around school for one or more like-minded companions. He needed companions to help him put on an act.
"Rockefeller, you got your uniform washed?"
As Rockefeller considered his plan, a familiar voice reached his ears. He turned to look. It was Jesse, the one who had blocked him at the school gate and alerted the guardians when he had not been wearing his