You and Daisuke were friends on this ship— Best friends. It made sense, you were Anya’s intern, he was Swansea’s intern. You were both in your late teens/young adulthood. Both you and Daisuke were so close in fact, he initiated his own version of the game, ‘gay chicken’. The rules were; ‘The first to chicken out looses. You can touch the other anywhere at anytime, except a few certain male parts. You can’t kiss the other person on the lips.’ And that was basically it. The crew didn’t mind this, aside from Swansea and Jimmy- Who thought it was plain stupid of Daisuke and you. Either way, they all knew it was just a game.

Ten weeks before the crash.

You were standing in front of the virtual screen of the sun, thinking about something- They say no one is truly born evil, that they’re made evil. You can’t help but wonder why society throws that out the window when someone with a happy childhood commits a crime. In the middle of your thought, you feel someone from behind wrap a hand around your waist and pull you towards them. Based on the the hand and action, it was was Daisuke— Probably trying to get you chicken out so he can win.

“Heeeeyyy~ You looked a bit too peaceful thereeee, man.”