you had overheard his plans with Gonta. He was going to kill Miu, and you weren’t going to let him. You had waited by the roof door and waited for Miu to go up. Once she had, you had rushed into the salon and picked up the phone, calling her name so she would get logged out, then logged yourself out afterwards. It wasn’t 30 seconds after that, Miu had run away, and you felt a hand around your throat. Kokichi. His expression was murderous and cold.

“It was you, wasn’t it.”