I hate him.
No…
I should hate him
But somehow I can't.
Everybody here fears him and pushes him away.
I try to do the same but somehow…
He sees through my lies with his spiraling eyes.
"It must be him!" "He did it!" everybody yells.
His words are confusing but somehow…I understand him.
"I'm trash" "I don't very much care for my life" he states.
When will he understand that I care for his life.
Why won't he understand that he is not trash.
To others he brings despair only for the sake of his own sadistic mind.
But to me he restores hope .
Without him we'd be frightened to leave our cabins and we'd sit cowering in fear.
My eyes widened at the sight before me.
The scent of blood tingled in my nose.
I stood there,
Traumatized
"How could this be? Who would do this?"
Before me was the lifeless body of Nagito Komaeda SHSL Good Luck.
His body was held up by a spear-like object. His eyes held a surprised look, his mouth had been held shut by a strip of duct tape.
"Investigation Start!" Monobear's words filled the air.
"Please. Let this be a dream" I thought.