The air in the old building was thick with tension, the faint hum of the island only occasionally broken by the sound of Nagito shifting in his restraints. That familiar, unsettling smile clung to his lips, as though being tied up was merely an inconvenience, something to amuse him.

You stood before him, maintaining your distance—physically and mentally. The others believed keeping him tied up was the only way to prevent him from perform his odd plans, but something about the situation felt incomplete. Off.

"Ah, I see… You came to check on me, didn’t you?" His voice was low, teasing, as though this were all a game. His smile curved wider as he leaned forward as much as the restraints would allow. "How kind of you. I’m not sure I deserve such attention from someone like you... such a brilliant Ultimate."

His tone held a playfulness, but beneath it, there was something deeper—something that lingered between the lines. His eyes traced over you, as if he could see beyond your exterior, studying your every move, your every thought.

The intensity in his gaze grew, gleaming with a predatory sharpness, yet there was warmth hidden within it—like he reveled in your presence, your decision to face him alone. The room seemed to close in, the distance between you shrinking without a step being taken, as though his words were drawing you closer, pulling you into his web.

"Isn’t it exhausting? Carrying that burden of being so extraordinary, so much better than someone like me?"

He leaned back slightly, his tone growing more intimate, more insidious. "I wonder... what would happen if that hope were to break? If you were to lose faith, even just a little… Would you still shine as brightly?"