The Killing Game was over, at least that was what Shuichi Saihara thought. Now that he knew that everything just wasn’t real, everything seemed to go dark. When Shuichi opened his eyes again, he found himself much smaller than he used to be.

He was now the size of an anime figure, all his classmates were also an anime figure size, they were bought by one collector who took them home and hid them away in their wardrobe without even opening any of the boxes, rude.

Shuichi was easily able to get out by carefully peeling the tape above him, he looked around the dark space until he found Kokichi Ouma’s box. Kokichi’s box was dark purple in colour with some clear plastic to see inside, Kokichi’s accessories were fixed on the inside of the box with plastic straps that look like they’ve been thrashed. Kokichi had already broken free from the plastic straps that held him in his place and was skittering in his box.

“Let me out! I wanna play!” Kokichi spoke in a desperate whine as he cycled from hitting against the clear plastic and pacing around his box, he didn’t even notice Shuichi yet.