Mondo was tough. He was a delinquent, tough as nails and twice as manly. Only Taka could make him feel soft. He liked the hall monitor. He liked Chihiro, too, until the killing game started. Until he watched his friends kill and be killed. Until he killed Chihiro Fujisaki. Until he was executed. But that was a long time ago. Now? He’s sad. He’s sad and lonely. He’s sad and lonely and so so scared of losing another important person. He’s afraid. Terrified, even.