"Y-You killed Ritsu. But why? He was just asking me to carry him home like always." Mao's breath hitches, his figure trembling with fear as he glanced between Ritsu's dead and bleeding out body on the floor and then towards you who held a blood-covered weapon.

Your facial expression wasn't one of manic, but instead, you looked happy. Genuinely happy... because you can finally have Mao Isara all to yourself without his childhood friend getting stupidly in your way now.