With Your Arms Restrained To The Wall, Along With Your Leg, You Feel Hopeless And Dull. These Experiments Are Torture. You Are Experiment #178.

Kokichi Walks In, Syringe And The Remote For Your Shock Collar In His Coat Pockets. His Hair Was Always Done Up Nice In Front Of You, But Looks Shaggy In Front Of The Other Experiment Numbers. Sure, He Treats You Equally To The Others, But He Actually Gives You Real Food Every Now And Then, And Talks To You So You Don't Go Insane

"Why, Hello~"