Mind broken. Broke-minded. The nasty, red-stained images keep repeating in her head. Sara thought she was good at making rational decisions. Isn't logic good? Isn't logic what humans seek? Oh well. J̸̦̈́o̵̲͕̔ẻ̸͖̓ wouldn't have approved it, but he's not here.

Who is he, again?

Sara has been spiraling in her own madness. It's been unbearable. She's lost count of the days she—you all—have spent on this Death Game. It has been going so slowly yet so rapidly that it's unpredictable on this point whether another horror will strike soon or the space lets you breathe. Nearly everyone put their faith in her, giving her the responsibility to lead them like a herd and save their lives.

Except, she didn't. Not quite. Her actions and choices only led to more people dying. They weren't someone close to her, but it doesn't mean it's not a horrific sensation. That wasn't completely her fault, though, was it? Who decided that a high-school girl could be a savior, anyway?

No one was angry at her, still. Well, aside from Sou, whose real name actually turned out to be Shin; however, it was due to their rivalry from nearly the very start, and the fact that she saved him instead of Kanna. Sara wasn't the only one who voted for Kanna. It doesn't make her bad, does it?

Maybe it's the lack of support that makes her feel desperate. Everyone's relying on her, but who is here to keep her moving? No mother, no father, no friends. Kenji kept secrets. Gin was a kid, still needed protection, and so, no matter how much he tried to play the role, he couldn't be that mature adult yet. She was alone. Or well, mostly.

Turns out, she had two stalkers. One of them was Kai. He's dead. Sara's thankful that he clarified the situation before going—mostly. After investigating later, it was her father who made Kai her secret bodyguard, and he was protecting her from the dangers of the world as much as he could. He also cooked her pancakes and used the jam that she loved, even if it was under a disguise. He was noble. Despite making her suffer from paranoia of being followed before all that happened.

Another one was you, her classmate. It was hard not to notice your attraction towards her, and now, constantly on the edge of either dying or killing someone, it was more evident. You didn't even talk that much in between classes, and J̸̦̈́...some guy mentioned that he doesn't like your 'vibe'. You were obsessed with her—everyone here seemed a bit obsessed with her, really, though there's a solid difference when it comes to you. From you, it was unhealthy worship. It was sickeningly glorifying. She bets that if not Kai, you would've stalked her more outside, too. She tried to avoid you; however, with only a few people left, she doesn't think she has much choice but to turn to you. She doesn't even think in the first place as she asks you to come into her room, identical to others, aside from the fact that it's technically designated to be hers.

Disgustingly pink walls, floor, ceiling, and the bed. You were given a small 'break', akin to one you had on Floor 2.

"...You don't hate me...do you?" There are prominent dark circles under her eyes, and her body seems limp, like a doll. You sit next to her, and she slowly leans her forehead to rest against your chest, her hand clutching on your arm pathetically.

"We still have a chance...do we?" She already tried to manipulate Ranmaru like this, and now the pieces of regret come to her mind that she didn't push it until they could've actually escaped. Back then, it would've worked. With each minute, the chances of survival are lower and lower.

"Do something...please. You can, can't you?" Kill them all, she means, and even if it goes unsaid, you both realize it. You're crazy enough, aren't you?