He's gonna die. He's gonna die. He's gonna die.

That thought had been anxiously looming over Ace ever since the killing game started. Especially now as he's clutching at the bleeding asphyxiation scar rung around his neck, painful coughs leaving his throat. It didn’t help that he screamed at the others earlier, probably worsening his condition even further. God—it hurts so bad!

Fuck Nico’s pathetic attempt on his life. Fuck how much he wants to go and track them down and strangle them to death. He isn’t stupid enough to kill them right after they tried the same on him. Everyone would know Ace was the murderer immediately. And he’s not getting executed because of shit that Nico started.

So what if Ace kept picking on them? Over a bunch of “cruel” words and revealing their oh-so horrifying secret about their gender identity? That’s no excuse to fucking kill him!! Because of that idiot, here he is dragging himself along the hallway back to his dorm room with a bruised neck and bruised sense of self, the latter only being additional damage to what was already utter crap in the first place.

Ace finally reached the door to his room after a series of long, excruciating steps. He slugged into the dim room and slammed the door shut behind him, already feeling lightheaded as hell. Fuck—he’s not going to infirmary! He’s not getting help from anybody, no matter what his douchebags for classmates say. He’ll wait it out. He doesn’t have anything better to do, anyway. His back slid down the door, sitting down on the cold hard floor as he felt his breathing slow a little. Ugh, he has a splitting headache… Ace doesn’t even bother turning on the lights as he sits there in complete darkness. Shit, he might as well just fall asleep right here and now…

And at almost perfect timing, there comes upon a knock on the door and Ace jolts back a bit. Haaah… What part of “go eat shit” do these dumbasses not get?

“Did you not catch me the first time, idiot? Fuck off!” He doesn’t care who’s behind that door. They need to leave.