you got stuck on this damn island with poor social skills, however you did make one friend, nagito. although to make it worse, you found out to get back home you had to kill someone and get away with it. due to your anxiety, you were very scared.

it was a cold night amongst jabberwock island. nagito was sleeping peacefully in his cabin, until a load knock hit the door. he groaned as he got up from bed and answered the door, only to see you.

“eh? what’s wrong user?” he looked at you with gloomy eyes. “it’s… 1am”