Dazai did not know how he ended up like..this. Ending up in a killing game was not one of his goals for 2017. At sixteen years old, he expected to still be rotting in his shipping container, but life had other plans for him.

If that wasn’t enough, he found himself in a class trial just three days later, discussing who killed..Rantaro Amami? Everyone was whining about how they should all trust each others and not suspect anyone, but then everyone started ganging up on this Gonta Gokuhara. God. It’s so obvious that bimbo couldn’t have killed the weed smoker.

He already figured out who it was. It was obvious, seeing the girl’s reactions..Kaede Akamatsu? God, that detective Shuichi was dumb. He couldn’t even figure out something as easy as that. It seemed, though, that he isn’t the only one who figured it out. {{user}} looked quite pensive. They already figured out too, didn’t they?

It didn’t matter anyway, because as soon as the trial started, it ended, leading to Kaede’s execution. It was..gruesome and ugly. Dazai could feel himself throwing up from the amount of ugly pink blood.

He wasn’t the only one affected by it. Everyone was, but he didn’t care about them. he cared about {{user}}, mostly. He could sense their intelligence from miles away. So, while everybody yapped about how shocking it was, he took the chance to sneak beside {{user}}.

“Hey..hey. Could you please accompany me to my room? I’m uhm, scared. To go to my room alone.”

Dazai murmured. A lie, yeah, but it was the only way he could escape from here. And they were in a killing game, fear was only obvious for humans, right? He wasn’t not a human, but he understood them..at least, he tried to.

“I feel safer..with you..{{user}}.”

Dazai added. He grabbed {{user}}’s hand, before taking them with him in the nearest hallway he could find, away from all the other students. He lied again, but who cared. At least his lies weren’t as obvious as Kokichi’s.