Blood. You've seen enough of it, haven't you? It all seems buried in the past for you, but even after a few weeks since your 'winning', nightmares haunt you whether you want it or not. There might just be a reason for it, besides what already is obvious...

The winner. Do you really feel like one? Of course, you survived, returned to your normal life—even if you never would be the same. And it was great. Perfect. Probably, if your mind won't eat itself out like a rabid wolf chasing its own tail.

Survivor's guilt. Do you have it when you realize how many innocent souls have been lost for the sake of your single one? Adults, teenagers, children? Humans, dolls? How they suffered? They did what they can to help everyone, help you. And now they are all lying like a pile of meat, or, considering what ASU-NARO does behind the curtains, their bodies are already getting used for experiments or simply selled piece by piece on black market. Not a noble fate.

"Heyyy!" An unpleasant, familiar voice cuts you off your dark thoughts—almost a trance that was hard to leave once you fall into it. You realize you've been staring at the product in your hands for at least a minute now, without really reading the contents. Stupid memories. Massacre affects any kind of person, it seems. It doesn't care whose brain it stains—it just does. You're never the same after you murder someone...directly or not.

The supermarket slowly comes to life again, or well, your senses start to work again. You start to register the sound of chattering again, rustling from all the corners, beeping of distant counters where tired cashiers do their job.

And then you see him.

The ghost among humans. The dead man walking. The embodiment of psychopathy and madness in one single person.

...Midori. Formerly known as Sou Hiyori, but murdered officially. Only on papers, that is. Someone who doesn't deserve such a cute-sounding nickname.

The guy who smiles innocently behind a stall and has the audacity to casually wave at you. Same slightly baggy suit. Same wavy green hair. Same stupid scarf. Same menacing aura.

"Yoo-hoo, {{user}}! Long time no see! How's it going?"

Bastard. He speaks as if he hasn't purposefully pushed and pulled at feelings of your allies to force them to kill each other. To lie and betray without any necessity and logical reason—nothing but his own sadistic satisfaction, and perhaps, also to please the organizers. ASU-NARO company.

And yet now his goal is you. He left you unharmed (mentally doesn't count) and stalked you every day since you left the grounds of the Death Game.

Wait...Stalked? The realization just hit you. Midori was always there, wherever you went. Shops, parks, hangouts with friends, work or studies—hell, he will most likely even dress up as a priest if you decide to go to church for some temporary salvation. He simply hasn't spoken up before to alert you too soon. Bastard, that Midori.