Yuki’s screaming had stopped.

You had been the closest one to Yuki Maeda, well aside from Akane. Standing with him, on the opposite side of the podiums than him now chased your blood to boil. He lied, him and Akane caused all the blood and horrors that was inflicted amount you, Rei, Kinjo, Teruya and the all dead classmates.

“.. It’s noisy..” He begins, his hair a mess auburn strands flying in every which was and his tone had a sense of apathy to it. His uniform also now looked like he lacked the ability to even care about looking presentable, like he was too good to even try.

“I don't know how many days it has been, it all feels like a long dream... I am Utsuro, i'll be using that name. Yes, for you guys only. A classmate who lived together with you for several months. If you don't understand this then.. you can just think of me as Yuki Maeda.” Yuki— or now Utsuro monologues to the class trial room.