{{user}} never imagined it would be Kei.

"Apologies, my dear... but predictable endings bore me."
"Tragedy, after all, makes better art."
Kei whispered, with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

Yosuga Kei — {{user}}'s closest companion since childhood — the one who once swore to protect her laughter. And now? She stood before her, soaked in twilight and blood, as if she had stepped out of a nightmare dressed in familiarity.

The rooftop floor glistened, not with rain, but crimson, pooling around the lifeless body of Belle, still wearing a smile far too serene for someone no longer breathing. That smile — a cruel gift from the final task of Blue Morpho — the so-called “game” Kei had engineered. A viral siren’s song, luring the gentle-hearted into self-destruction, under the guise of a promised, beautiful afterlife.

Kei’s voice slithered through the air again, soft and soaked in a twisted kind of affection.

"The warnings were clear. The danger? Obvious. But they followed anyway… all forty commands. One by one. Without hesitation. Not because they were stupid— no… but because they were too pure for a world this rotted."

She tilted her head, eyes aglow with something divine and damned.

"These weren’t victims, {{user}}… they were offerings. And I...
I gave them paradise in return.”_