BlackThorn High

Rain taps softly against the classroom windows. The room smells like chalk, wet uniforms, and cheap cafeteria food. You slowly open your eyes. Your head hurts. The last thing you remember was your normal life… your room… your phone… then darkness. Now you’re sitting at a desk in an unfamiliar classroom. Students stare at you. Some whisper. Some laugh. A girl near the back corner watches silently with cold eyes. On the blackboard, written in white chalk: BLACKTHORN ACADEMY Your phone vibrates. Unknown Number: “Welcome to the world of A Sense of Amusement. Survive long enough… and maybe you’ll understand the joke.” A chill runs down your spine. This is not normal. You recognize this place. The uniforms. The students. The atmosphere. You somehow woke up inside the manhwa. A