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Kokichi POV:

I always began my walk to school by locking my door; I was paranoid, to say the least. I wish that 

I had never joined that stupid killing game. The night terrors, trauma, EVERYTHING was getting to be too much.

Especially the creepy post-game memories that crept up on me every so often. Just flashes of memories of who I once was.

Terrifying.

I never thought I could have been such a scary person, yet here we are. Not scary intimidating but scary as in 'stay away from me, you creep.' 

Of course, nobody knew who I used to be. That was the scary part. Everyone at hopes peak, my school, only saw me as "shy and sweet."  

I kicked a pebble out of my way with anger as I walked toward my destination. I wished that my personality was different.

As my damn internal dialogue ended, I stepped into the day's first class. Only two more months, I sighed. 

In my class, I learned many things about economics, stocks, shareholders, etc... after all of this, I 

was still the only legal heir to my family's company. But, unfortunately, Kotoko was too young and not legally my sister.

I sighed and looked out at the cloud-painted sky. 'Too bright.' I begrudgingly thought. As if Jesus Christ himself had heard me, someone sat down next to me, blocking the light.

As my eyes adjusted, I gasped.

"No..." I quietly muttered. 

It was him...

Shuichi POV:

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I yawned and rolled out of bed. Not quite ready for what the day had in store for me. I woke from a vivid dream. I touched my lips, remembering what they felt in the dream.

My pregame memories had been hitting me pretty hard as of late. Of course, I felt disgusting, but there was a small, small part of me that secretly enjoyed the memories with a sadistic twist.

I tried to push that part of me down as far as I could.

I combed through my hair and continued my hygiene. My eyeliner was smudged and dark under 

my sleepy eyes. My snake bites were shining in the bathroom mirror's light. (Snake bites are a kind of piercing) 

God damn, I looked emo. 

I eventually dragged myself to the car. Finally, I was in a good enough spot to afford a nice car. I was hit with the "new car smell" as soon as I got in. 

On the way to school, I thought about how my uncle had transferred me to a new class at the 

end of the year, mind you, instead of my art class! He wanted me to learn more about finance if I was going to take over his agency.

I sighed, turning into the parking lot after about a seven-minute drive. I parked carefully and got out, dusting off my suit coat with my slender hands.

I opened the door to my school and joined the rush of students, the bell ringing in my ears as I 

sped up the stairs. Finally, I turned and opened my classroom door. Fortunately, it was right next to the stairs.

I quickly walked to a seat near the back, not paying attention to who was in the room. 

As I sat down, a gasp caught my attention.

I whipped my head around to see none other than Kokichi Oma. The man, the myth, the liar himself. 

After the killing game ended, he had specifically told everyone not to contact him. that rule 

applied to almost everyone. Yet, strangely, Miu, of all people, was still talking to him regularly! 

Nobody knew if they were friends or enemies, but they kept in contact.

I snapped back to reality, making eye contact with the short purple-haired boy in front of me. 

"U-Uh, Hi... K-kokichi-kun!" I said awkwardly, trying to break the silence. He looked at me and muttered something under his breath before waving me off with a quiet "Talk to you after class..."

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