Location: Okishima Island, Seto Inland Sea, Japan. The Republic of Greater East Asia.

Time: 13:15

Date: May 26 2013

Saburo Hamasaki (Male Student #3) was in the farmhouse, as Nana Mochizuki had been shortly before her suicide. He sat in the same spot by coincidence, and also thinking of the same outlook.

"I'm okay... There's nine of us. I'm okay... I don't have much longer to go..."

he stared at the crinkled student list in his hands. Each dead student was meticulously crossed off with perfectly straight line. Takami's name was written at the bottom in cirucular, thin handwriting.

Forbidden zones were crossed in ornate x-shapes on the map, which was also crinkled in his pocket.

His watch read that it was thirteen sixteen. It was still early in the day. The game was going well. He knew he had a good chance of dodging all of the action.

Looking at the list of students alive, he figured their notions about the game and why they needed up as far reaching as they sustained.

Greystone and Utsumi are together... They must be in hiding. I haven't seen either of them since they were flirting in the bus. Go figure.

Ibaraki is somewhere... She's probably cowering too. Or maybe actually trying to survive. By killing. But she's too quiet for that.

Honda has been rushing around. So I think he's the major killer.. There's always one of those.

Kumamoto is probably shooting baskets somewhere. Ha!

Saito is who knows where... I haven't seen him since I left. I don't know what the hell he's doing either.

Like many of the instances of this same event happening, the bushes rustled from outside and startled Saburo. His thick frame and tall limbs curled in a ball, causing him to loudly drop the crumbled paper on the ground.

"Hello?"

Saburo said nothing. He thought he was being stealthy. No one would find him if he kept quiet, he inferred.

A bullet whizzed above his head.

The wood creaked as Saburo hid. Someone was walking in the room.

"I see you. Hamasaki. You're there. Come out!"

Hamasaki didn't move, so the mystery man moved instead.

The predictions he made were correct, well, at least one of them.

You have known before Hamasaki, reader. Despite that, I must explain again. Ryo Honda is the killer. He is mostly unaware of his crimes. If video games were legal in The Republic of Greater East Asia, you could say he was playing one. Couldn't you?

Mercy was not given to the bulky, yet lithe boy named Saburo Hamasaki.

The studious kendo player, one of the lesser jocks, was killed with a small metal bullet. The definite kind that he had dodged maybe seconds earlier.

Ryo picked up the crinkled papers, but after seeing that had already obtained that exact information, he dropped them back in the oak floor of the farmhouse.

"Just a few more hours... And maybe I don't have to do all the work this time..."

I know and then I don't anymore. There's no way that this is real... Me killing these kids? I can't see it... I can't see a thing... I should have worked it out with them. And maybe it wouldn't be like this. I wouldn't be mad..

Ryo Honda made up his mind.

But I am. I'm crazy and I'm enraged. I'm killing because I couldn't cope with something so stupid... And I might actually... Be okay with it.

I just killed someone and I'm okay.

I am perfectly fine.

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