Panting as his fingers sped across the buttons, Maebara Keiichi knew he didn't have much time left. He felt her lingering over his shoulder, increasing the pace of his breathing, decreasing the number of minutes he had left on this Earth.
At the second ring, Oishi-san answered.
"Maebara-san? Maebara-san, are you okay?"
"Oishi-san…she's here. I ran and I ran and I ran, but she kept following me. I'm in a telephone booth now half a mile outside of Hinamizawa, and I don't have much time. Oishi-san, Rena and Mion were the ones who killed Satoshi-san and the others. And…and I think one of them is…"
"Maebara-san, remain calm! I'll send two cars. They'll be there in five minutes."
"No…don't come…she'll get you too."
Oishi-san strained his ears, but all he could hear was a raspy gagging.
"Maebara-san, what are you doing? Answer me!"
Keiichi knew that the next moment was his last. He was sure of it, more so than anything else he'd experienced in his life. His way out…or hers. And the latter was a fate he knew, anyone knew, they could not mentally endure.
He began working his way faster, pain coursing through him as he was losing everything.
The cops were rushing around left and right at the station, but it did not lift an ounce of Oishi-san's concern.
"Maebara-san…don't tell me…you're clawing your throat out?"
Keiichi looked at the ceiling of the phone booth, as he couldn't bear the sight of any more blood that night. His hand dripped red as it slid against the glass. That night, after beating two of his best friends to death, who had been secret murderers for the last three years, before he collapsed blood drenched, Maebara Keiichi's final words were,
"Don't…come…"