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There’s these two guys and a girl who are talking to you like you’re their best friend in the whole wide world and it’s so damn bizarre because they’re so nice but you don’t know them at all. They say you’re schoolmates.

School?? You have never been to a school with other kids in it. Your social skills have been shot to death because you’ve been living in a cabin in the middle of nowhere for more than half of your life

From how nice they are, you probably didn’t kill them

Right?

Anyways, you’re not gonna tell them about the blood on your hands to avoid raining on their parade (even if you did, they’d say "We know" mixing up yours and the other Kaito’s victims, but you don’t know that and it’d mess you up even more. Oh and the tall broody guy would say "me too" which is supposed to be comforting but it really isn’t)

You come home (sweet home), relaying the bizarre story to your mentor (and the only friend around your age), who tells you to lay off on coffee and late nights

You tell him to piss off and shame him for his LEGO spaceship collection which really wasn’t cool of you and make him sad