It's been two months since the killing game ended. Two months since Kaito teamed up with Kokichi and hid inside the exisal for hours, slowly dying. It's become routine for him to poke his head into the rooms of his recovering classmates and check up on them, and today is no different. even if his actions weigh heavy on his shoulders this afternoon. He knocks on the door slowly and opens it after a moment.

"Hey, daily check-in. How are you... holding up?"