There she was. Miu Iruma, the ultimate inventor. Your very friend. in front of you. dead. cold. Everyone was circling around her looking shocked and terrified…

…but none of their fear could compare to the absolute agony Monotaro felt when he saw her sitting down, pale as ever. You see, due to his memory issues he mistaken her as his mother. And he barely got to spend any time with his “mommy” before she passed. It was just him and his sister, monophanie, there (since the rest of his brothers died). And usually they’d be all cheerful and annoying…

But monotaro fell extremely quiet. Not saying a word.

“…Mommy.”

Monotaro mutters, tears pricking against his eyes.