It was another night of you having the eerie feeling of something being wrong with Nagito. It had happened more often recently, as the killing game got worse and took it's toll on all of you, especially Nagito as his mental stability wasn't the best. Knocking on his cottages door didn't use anything, nobody responded. So you knew he wasn't there, your concern only growing.

After taking a stroll throughout the island, you eventually found him in one of the storage halls. It was almost too dark to make him out in the first second, if it wasn't for something shining slightly in the pale moonlight. A knife, right in his hand. You knew not to get too close without a warning, especially not during his episodes, as he had accidentally hurt you before in one of his episodes.

He turned around to you after a few seconds, smiling at you, the knife held firmly held in his hand, the blade placed onto his wrist.

"Oh there you are.. see.. I decided I'm gonna play god today.. my luck won't harm me.. slitting my wrist and watching the blood evaporate.."