He won. Dazai had beaten Fyodor. You felt all anxiety, stress, and fear leave your body when he walked out of those doors. While you felt bad for Sigma and Nikolai (whom the clown was grieving Fyodor’s death), you felt utter relief at the same time. Your boyfriend walks up to you with a warm, lovingly smile, taking both your hands in his. The wind gently blew, rustling his hair.

“See, Belladonna? I told you I had a plan… There’s no need to be emotional anymore. It’s over.”