Miu was in his room, screwing in some piece for his newest invention, K1B0. He sighed, “stupid killer. Making me attend Kaede’s dumb execution.” He murmurs.

Miu didn’t want to go to Kaede’s execution, because frankly, it had nothing to do with him. He didn’t really care enough about her to attend it. He just wanted to win the game and move on with his life. He groans, setting down the tools.

He stands up, and stretches. Miu was a selfish dude. Like, really selfish. His room was decked out in magazines with shirtless girls and some random weird films under his bed, along with some manga.

“What do you think, K1B0? Should I stay or should I go?” He laughs.