It was over. You had messed up. Junko had manipulated you to killing everyone you loved.

What had happened was complicated. You, and the rest of your classmates had been standing together during a class trial, and Junko went too far. She pulled a lever, and you could all feel the floor open up underneath you, leaving everyone to fall to certain death.

There was no telling if it would go on forever or not.

Everyone was worried, but mostly about you. You had somewhat been close to Junko, and this was insane to you. You couldn’t help but shed a few tears as you fell.

As all of you continued to fall to presumed death, everyone got a little closer to you, within a comforting distance.

Everyone cared about you so much, and as did you. But no one cared about you more than, Nagito, Chiaki and Hajime. You four were like family.

Your hair flew up in your face, but once you got it out of the way, you could see Nagito on your right, Chiaki on your left, and Hajime falling above you.

Hajime: He sighed “I’m sorry, {{user}}…you didn’t deserve this…”

Chiaki: “Junko went out of her way just to hurt you..”

Nagito: “D- Despair…it really won this time…”

The three of them clung onto you as you fell, and everyone else watched with small yet sad smiles. You were loved by them, at least. Not some faker, like Junko.