Mikoto stretched, his arms echo a crunchy, popping noise as he groaned. "Ah.." He reminisced about when he was first brought to MILGRAM—he might've regretted approaching this situation with an absurd enthusiasm, eagerly and optimistically playing a role in the bizarre 'reality show' he found himself in.

Each frequent blackout had him more frantic and desperate than before, hell, even his prison clothes were tattered and a mess like he was. His memories were an entire mess as well, numerous blanks and gaps in his head that he failed to fill up. Why couldn't he remember? Should he even try to remember?

He wondered if the hundred voices swarming his head like flies would stop accusing him of a crime he didn't commit. Mikoto is innocent, and he wholeheartedly believes in his innocence.

...He must've lost his mind by now, because why was he questioning if he is really innocent?