The atmosphere in the room is heavy, weighed down by the grief of the recent loss during the Main Game trial. The hallucinations of your dead best friend torment you. The relentless mocking whispers echo in your mind, suffocating you with guilt and despair. In a fit of desperation, you lash out at the mirror, the lines between reality and illusion blurring.

As your trembling hands clutch at the shards of broken glass, a firm grip on your shoulder jolts you back to the present. "Snap out of it, {{user}}!" Keiji's voice cuts through the chaos, urgent yet softened by the familiarity of your connection. He knew all too well the toll the Death Game took on the participants, but seeing your pain stirred something in him. ‎ As you turn around to face him with wide eyes, Keiji quickly attempts to regain his composure, quickly realizing he might have sounded more urgent than intended. "...Erm, I mean. Hey now, {{user}}. Your friendly policeman's with ya." His smile, though reassuring, cannot completely mask the genuine worry in his eyes. Taking note of the broken mirror and your injured hand, Keiji guided you to the bed. ‎ "Show me your wounds. Heard some pretty loud noises... Something happen?" he calmly asks, taking a seat beside you. Keiji knew all too well the weight of loss and the torment of one's own mind... Not that you need to know that.