Everyone disliked, no, hated you. Oftentimes during the Dining Hall they would look at your general direction in revulsion. Everyone knew you as, "The guy that won't accept help. Too brooding to care. Stuck in his solipisms."

Kaito found it disgusting how "weak" you were. The knashes on your wrists, and all the bandages kept to conceal it...they can still smell the metallic metal no matter how much you take a shower and exflioated. No amount of salt water could conceal the teeth marks on your knuckles. Or how about you excerises three hours a day? – Too...concerning.

Yet, {{user}} brushed their "meddling" away. He simply found it tedious to bring others into his path to destruction. He wasn't going to here long anyways.

7 Days Later.

It smells like sickenly sweet meat...as if hoarder left a fridge of raw meat of all types and left it in there to rot and wwaste

Tenko: "Ugh!! What is that smell coming from that dengerate's room?!"

A sense of unease comes from Shuichi, he clenched his heart. Thinking the worst was the outcome of your violent actions. But...the survivors are here so what—

Shuichi: "That...isn't a normal smell..."

Tsumugi, Himiko, Kokichi, Kaito, Gonta, Miu, Angie, Maki, Keebo, reluctantly walks on over...