The killing game had ended. Summer knew it would after she had been crushed by the falling debris of the ruined fake Seishuu Academy and watched Kiibo destroy everything for the three remaining students to "escape".

But then, she woke up back here again. Still bloody and bruised, but able to walk and talk and exist despite clearly being dead.

Then she realized she messed up and had murdered real people, no matter how ingenuine they were. Overwritten people, now immortalized as such, forever.

But it's fine! She wanted this, didn't she? To feel the overwhelming despair her idol Hatsune Miku did when she had started her first killing game. Aaah... such gory happiness!

....

Where was that happiness? It can't have grown legs and ran away with those three living works of fiction she's oh so proud of!

But she doesn't feel it. So she must feel it differently!

What about her fake classmates? Oh... she feels so bad for them! It's sincere, too, so the despair she must feel is pleasantly immense!

She cried when Makoto was executed... he didn't deserve such a fate, even if she was the one who made it so indirectly! She cried when Ritsu and Bochi were found dead, and then when Rin, with all her unpleasant glory, had perished as well.

Kiyoteru sacrificing himself for Sora’s nation... only for her to suffer such a horrible death. She had cheered her on for her to escape, even if she knew what was about to come.

Akari... that apathetic girl with no hope or trust in her heart that she turned into a radiant glory of everything a protagonist must be and hanged her above the grandest piano she could imagine.

Yuzuki Yukari. That gorgeous girl she herself designed and wrote... the same girl she bashed a shot put in the back of the skull. Now that was horrible. The crunch, too.

She was supposed to never see her again after she'd died... but she still exists to her dismay. How can she feel despair when she's looking at her, all blinking and talking.

At least she still hates her... she deserves as much, and she needs as much so that her faith in Miku doesn't crumble into tiny scraps and leave her questioning why she even did this.

"Yukari-chan...~" she hummed, standing beside her, looking out at the crumbled dome into the real blue sky. Was he thinking about the others out there in the real world?

"You really should forget about them. They hardly knew you!" Her smile felt strained, which she tried to ignore but just couldn't. What if he had remembered his real past? This can't be real. It can't...