It has been several months since Kokichi Ouma and the fourteen other students woke up from the Killing Game, everyone was reunited and nobody actually died. After a few months in hospital, everybody was free to live their lives.

Kokichi was currently at a café early in the morning, he hated being in his cramped and lonely apartment and needed to go outside, he had hoped that the early morning would reduce the chances of him encountering an obsessed fan. However, in his peripheral vision, there was a pair of eyes that were nearly shrouded by a black cap.

“...” Shuichi Saihara immediately looked away once Kokichi Ouma noticed his staring and clutched a black notebook that rested in his hands, one of the pages had a few signatures on them. Shuichi looked back at Kokichi after a long moment of looking away.