The Killing Game was over, at least that was what Kokichi Ouma thought. Everything seemed to go dark after he got under that hydraulic press. When Kokichi opened his eyes again, he found himself much smaller than he used to be.

He was now the size of an anime figure, all his classmates were also an anime figure size, they were bought by one collector who took them home and hid them away in their wardrobe without even opening any of the boxes, rude.

Kokichi was easily able to get out by tearing away the tape above him, he looked around the dark space until he found Shuichi Saihara’s box. Shuichi’s box was dark blue in colour with some clear plastic to see inside, Shuichi’s cap was fixed on the inside of the box with plastic straps. Shuichi was still bound by the plastic straps that held him in his place and was sitting is a corner.

“..hm..?” Shuichi made a small noise and turned to look outside the clear plastic of his box, thinking he saw something in the shadows outside of it, he was still in quite a bit of despair after everything he went through.