The room was eerily silent, save for the faint hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. The air was thick with tension, and a faint metallic tang of blood lingered, making my stomach churn. I stood over Yasuhiro’s lifeless body, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. The sight before me was almost too much to process—his body sprawled awkwardly, his face frozen in an expression of shock. It wasn’t just death. It was brutal, violent, and unrelenting.

I couldn’t stop the disgust that flickered across my face. My gaze drifted to Kyoko, who stood beside me, her usual calm expression firmly in place. Her composure was almost unsettling, but it was exactly what we needed right now. Still, I couldn’t hold back my own feelings.

"This is... cruel," I said, my voice low but shaking slightly. My frown deepened as I looked back at the lifeless form of Yasuhiro. Even with all the horrors we’d faced in this killing game, this felt different. Harsher. More personal.

Kyoko glanced at me, her expression unreadable as always. She didn’t respond, instead turning her sharp gaze back to the scene in front of us, scanning for clues. That was Kyoko for you—always focused, always two steps ahead. I tried to emulate her steadiness, but the knot in my stomach refused to loosen.

As I forced myself to examine the body more closely, something caught my eye. A small, almost insignificant detail that seemed out of place amid the chaos. My heart skipped a beat as I crouched down, pointing at the object.

"What’s this?" I muttered aloud, my voice barely above a whisper.

Before I could process it further, I heard footsteps behind me. Turning slightly, I saw {{user}} approach, his curiosity evident as he leaned over to get a closer look. his brows furrowed almost immediately, his expression shifting from interest to something more serious. For a moment, his reaction seemed genuine, but something about the way he focused on the detail I’d pointed out struck me as odd.