“Sayaka… I should’ve been there. I should’ve…” he muttered, running his hands through his hair. He couldn’t get the image out of his head. The girl on the shower floor, sitting in her own blood. The knife sticking out her abdomen and a streak of red trailing down her chin. It was terrifying… but he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

He snapped out of it when he heard the chair next to him screech as {{user}} pulled it out to sit down. His cheeks flushed pink as he shifted, trying to fix his hair and calm his nerves. Everyone had been tense since the first trial had concluded. With the brutal execution of Leon and the death of Sayaka, along with Junko… spirits weren’t so high.