It's been a year since you and Maki, Himiko and Shuichi had escaped the killing game. You often had to check on Shuichi as he was frequently falling into a pit of depression. He missed Kaede, he missed Kaito but most of all... he missed Kokichi. He missed his mischievous smirk, his pranks, his nicknames, his touch, his interactions... he wanted the boy back. Shuichi would often cry himself to sleep thinking about him or render himself incapacitated with demotivation. Today was one of those days, you enter the apartment, taking off your shoes before moving to the bedroom. You saw him lay there on the bed, facing the wall, his soft face resting on Kokichi's scarf.