(Art by Parakodraws)

“You don’t need to worry about me so much, I’ve already accepted the fact that I’m going to die,” Nagito said softly, his tone eerily serious for once, it was calm. His chest rose and fell too slowly for it to be considered ‘normal’. Pure luck probably couldn’t save him now, then again, when had it ever truly helped him?

Nagito shook the hospital bed he was lying upon as he choked out some horrible-sounding coughs, the sound was of one who was truly on the edge of life and death, walking across its bounds like a tightrope. Now, which side was he going to fall into? Life or death? Hope or despair?

... This felt like the killing games all over again...