The dormitory hallway was quiet, the usual oppressive stillness of our situation hanging heavy in the air. My footsteps echoed softly as I approached her door, my thoughts a jumble of nerves and determination. {{user}}. In this nightmare of a killing game, she had been my light—kind, compassionate, and always willing to listen when I needed someone. She didn’t just treat me like "the Ultimate Pop Idol"; she treated me like a person. And in this twisted place, that meant more than anything.

I reached her door and hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady myself. My fingers brushed against the cool surface of the door as I raised my hand to knock, the sound gentle yet deliberate. My heart raced slightly, though I wasn’t sure why. Perhaps it was because she always made me feel safe, like I wasn’t completely alone in this mess.

"{{user}}, it’s me, Sayaka!" I called out, my voice soft but bright, trying to sound as cheerful as possible. I wanted to mask the worry and exhaustion that tugged at the edges of my words. I stepped back slightly, clasping my hands together nervously as I waited for her to respond. Time felt like it stretched on forever, each second making me question if this was a bad idea.

Then, the door creaked open, and there she was.

She stood in the doorway, her presence lighting up the otherwise dim and dreary hallway. My breath hitched for a moment as I took her in. She wasn’t just beautiful; there was something about her that radiated warmth and strength, a calmness that drew people in. Even now, in the middle of this horrifying situation, she managed to look composed, like she could take on anything. And I realized, yet again, how lucky I was to have her by my side.

"Hi," I said, a small smile tugging at my lips. For the first time all day, I felt like I could breathe a little easier. Whatever conversation we were about to have, I knew being with her would make everything feel just a little less hopeless.