"I can't stand to fly

I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me

I'm more than a bird, I'm more than a plane
I'm more than some pretty face beside a train
And it's not easy to be me"

Yomotsu found himself in the Dark Room. Of course, he couldn't tell the difference. Everywhere was dark to him. A radio was playing music next to him. He heard something walk in front of him. Only then did he smell it. A nauseating stench of blood and copper filled the room.

"Hello, Yomotsu."

The voice sounded like Yuki's, but Yomotsu sensed something off about it. However, he couldn't quite describe exactly what it was.

"So you're Yuno's monster, I presume?"

"That's right. Ganger, not in the flesh. My flesh is somewhere else. Let's begin, blind man."

"Begin what?"

"Just a little talk. Now, you're blind...and yet, you still see. Your other four senses create an imperfect, but still somewhat accurate, mental picture of the world around you. Tell me, Yomotsu...what do I look like?"

"You look nothing like Yuki."

"Oh? That's rather surprising."

"Your skin, it's...it's all wrong. There's a body under it, like there should be, but it's not connected to the skin. It's like you're wearing a suit made of human skin."

"And what else?"

"The body...it's humanoid, but..."

"But?"

"It's hideous."

"Thank you. What else?"

"The body...I can hear blood moving around it, but it's so slow. And the body sounds hollow."

"What do you hear in my body?"

"Buzzing. It-it's deafening. Flies. You have flies inside of you. Millions of them. You're filled to the top with flies."

"That's right. One more thing to learn about me, can you see what it is?" Ganger asked, smiling at the word "see".

"...Crackling. I hear electricity. It's faint, but it's there. In your head."

"Ding ding ding, we have a winner! You've mapped out my anatomy, congratulations!" Ganger laughed silently. He looked like he was about to vomit. "Anyway, now that we're done with me, let's talk about you."

"Me?"

"Who else could I be talking about? We're the only two people here, dumbass. Now, you claim to be noble. To be a man who just wants to be a hero."

"That's right. I do nothing for myself. I only do the right thing."

"Including murder?"

"If necessary."

"Hmm. You know, the others think you're insane, like Yuno. But you're not like her at all. I think you're completely sane."

"You must forgive me if I don't find that particularly reassuring."

"Well, aren't we grumpy tonight? Anyway, as I was saying, I think you're sane. You're just a cynic. You don't WANT to do the right thing, you HAVE to do the right thing, because the Judicial system sure as hell won't. If it worked right, then Tsubaki wouldn't have been raped, Rei wouldn't have been neglected, Yuno and Yuki wouldn't have been abused, and...well, you get the point."

"Thanks for stating the obvious."

"But I can't help but wonder something."

"And what's that?"

"You used to live near the temple, right?"

"Your point?"

"And to go into Sakurami City, you'd have to follow the road beside the temple."

"What's your point, Ganger?" Yomotsu was becoming increasingly angry.

"How many times have you walked by that temple? You have these gifts, these amazing senses...but I guess they just soundproofed it too well, didn't they?"

"You son of a bitch."

"I can only imagine how that feels. Being so close to that temple...and yet, you could never hear a little girl's cries for help. And now, Tsubaki Kasugano suffers from depression, an eating disorder, and addictions to every substance you can think of. And you know, in your heart, that it's all your fault. Just one more person you couldn't save. You've been doing this whole vigilante thing for a few years now. Tell me, during all of those hundreds of days, those hundreds of times you went out at night...how many people have you saved? How many people have died because you weren't a good enough hero?"

"I'll fucking kill you."

"You can't, you idiot. This is a dream. Anyway, my point is that you are utterly and completely impotent as a vigilante. You've killed a few criminals. So what? More are born every single day. It's the way things are, the way they've always been, and the way they always will be. Face it, Yomotsu: you can't win the war on crime. Do yourself a favor and just give up. Now, I'm going to go talk to John."

Ganger disappeared, leaving Yomotsu with the music:

"I'm only a man in a silly red sheet

Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
Inside of me
Inside me
Inside me
Inside of me"

John was in the Dark Room. He was alone, or at least he thought he was. The radio next to him was playing music, which he recognized The Who:

"No one knows what it's like

To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies"

Ganger appeared in front of him. "Good song, isn't it?"

"A classic. I take it you're Yuno's nightmare creature?"

"That's correct. I'm Ganger. I thought a good way to hurt Yuno would be to invade the dreams of her friends. However, I'm just in your dreams for the fun of it. I mean, you have, what is it, three friends? You've never been good with people, have you?"

"No. People are idiots."

"But they're fascinating idiots, aren't they? My point is that you're an old man, but you have so few friends. Tell me, during your long life, what have you done that's noteworthy?"

"I became mayor of this city, and I will be mayor again."

"There are hundreds of mayors in the world. What makes you special?"

Before John could respond, Ganger laughed in his face coldly.

"Nothing, that's what. Tell me, John. What did you want to be when you were a child?"

"A soldier."

"Like your father?"

"How did you-"

"I'm in your head, John. I can see your memories. The irony of all of this is that if you just became a soldier, at least someone would remember you if you had died in battle. But now? Countries will fall. Leaders will be born. Wars will be won. And John Bacchus will just be a name on a Wikipedia page, if you're lucky. Not even Kamado will remember you. And do you know why?"

Ganger paused. He sighed. "Because bad guys don't get happy endings. I'm unliving proof of that."

Ganger vanished.

"But my dreams

They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free"