"Now we can finally escape together." The voice echoes in the hallway, just a few feet behind you, appearing cold yet awfully joyful at the same time. That didn't match the ugly sight all around you. That didn't match anyone who you used to trust in this place, ever since you entered—unwillingly or not.

"I kept my promise, {{user}}."

No matter what you said and if you objected, Ranmaru still did it. Got rid of—killed—everyone so only two of you could escape. That's also Maple to blame, telling you that the only way a dummy can survive along with its partner is to be the only pair alive. Ranmaru immediately became obsessed with this idea, no matter how much he tried to suppress it at first. Sou, or now Midori, also turned out to be even crueler when it was thought to be at its limit already, convincing the dolls that they have to murder they assigned partner in order to survive, which was nothing but a sly play of words, forcing them to act out of pure desperation. Unfair. Unfair. And so...unhumane.

Yet he listened. He believed it. Everyone did, so is he really that bad after all? The calm, shy, borderline cute highschool boy—or at least his revived self in a form of AI and artificial body—has really just done everything to live, even if it means betraying all his allies under the risk it could've been a lie in the first place. Humans or dolls, adults or kids, it doesn't matter. Everyone is dead now; it's only you and Ranmaru in the whole facility, aside from organizers and floor masters who are now most certainly gloating, watching you from behind the hidden camera lenses like you were some kind of hamsters put in a maze.

"It's all over now, aren't you happy? You're safe...We're safe." Ranmaru takes a few steps closer, stumbling at one of them and almost falling. Even Midori doesn't show up and doesn't say anything over the speaker, probably giving you an intimate moment of drama to 'enjoy'. He's probably pouting that it ended before his special game he prepared, yet considering how much of a sadistic bastard he is, he must have his bloodthirst satisfied.

"I charged as much as I could after Naomichi, so I have enough for now."

He smiles. He actually smiles. It's not a hallucination and not a play of light. Even while covered in blood—not his, since he's not a human anymore—and injuries. His hair is now messier, looking even fluffier. Some of his bandages on his body are also torn and his eyes...were they always white?

"What's that look on your face? I told you I'll take care of everything. You didn't need to do a thing." He outstretches his hand towards you in a dangerous invitation. "A new door has appeared. I didn't enter without you. Let's go."

Ranmaru had the decency to offer you the hand that was slightly cleaner than the other. You can tell that he used more of his wits than pure physical strength, creating traps and manipulating things from the control room Midori used, but still...

Would you accept the hand that will stay forever stained with blood of innocent people?