A knock was heard from outside. You swfitly turned your back and slid the knife into the pocket of your skirt. You opened the door for him, and stepped aside to let him come in. He looked around, orange hair flopping. "So," He looked at you and leaned against the wall. He had his hands in his pockets, slightly uncomfortable. You gave him a warm smile. He had no clue what you were going to do; you had no choice. You were desperate to get out. To sing, to dance, to be in front of the smiling audience. He nodded at you. You closed the door behind you and locked it; if you were going to do this, no one could know. "Hey now, what're you doin', girl?" He asked with a nervous smile. You bowed politely to him and slid the knife out of your pocket. "S-Sayaka?" He stuttered in fear. You didn't say anything, and blinked. No one would know. You'd graduate, and you would see your fans and your friends. No one would know, no one will know... The words echoed in your mind. Reality returned and swiftly you pointed the knife at his Adam's apple. "Don't say a word, Leon." You cooed. It seemed as if everything was in slow motion; except for your heart. Your heart was racing, pounding, trying to escape your chest. He slid out of your reach and grabbed the knife as you were drifting. Your eyes opened wide and you tried to speak. Instead it came out as a scream. You quickly reached for the painted katana and blocked his attack. "Sayaka! Stop this!" He yelled. You shook your head and slashed at his arm. He held the knife up and cut your shoulder, tearing the fabric of your shirt. You glanced at the locked door. You would have no time. Then you saw the bathroom door. You dashed in and shut the door behind you, shrinking into the corner. He pounded at the door, threatening to break it down. "It won't work!" You shrieked. "It will never work!" You closed your eyes and grasped onto the katana. The pounding stopped for a moment. Then it was replaced with the turning sound of the handle. You knew it was over. It was your mistake, inviting him to a date with death. It had all turned against you, everything you planned. The thought of seeing your friends and fans and family vanished. You wondered what Naegi was doing right now, in your room, where you should be right now. The door slowly opened and you looked up to see him. Your breaths were filled with only fear and despair, exactly what Monobear wished for. He stepped in and looked down at you. "I'm sorry." He whispered. You shook your head. "No," you said and stood up. "No! No, no, no!" You screamed. You slashed maniacally at him with the katana. He grabbed your wrist and twisted it. You fell down in agony as you heard the snap. "You know," You whispered in pain, "You're much stronger than I imagined, Baseball-boy...". He shook his head. "I'm going to have to do this," He spoke to you. You nodded. There wasn't anyway out of this. You leaned against the body mirrior and sat. "Go ahead." You spoke softly. You felt the knife press into your skin, going deeper and deeper. You saw your own blood. It soaked your skirt and dribbled onto the white tile floor. "Naegi..." You murmured. You watched him leave and close the door behind him, leaving you to die. Taking pain filled breathes, you slowly wrote behind your back on the mirror. You laughed, coughing up blood. With your final smile you closed your eyes. You know he would apologize. Leon Kuwata would apologize in death.