#yuhiko

Victim: Yuhiko Tsuruchi

Cause of Death: Exsanguination

Time of Death: 5:32 am

Location of Body: Girl’s Bathroom Stall

Time of Discovery: 6:48 am

The machine hums before the item drops... Isn’t that your roommate?

Ugh

That is perhaps the most fitting emotion in Yuhiko's wide repetior of emotions. Just. Ugh. This whole thing is awful.

So the answer to make himself feel better is to dig through this costume warehouse in hope of finding something lovely to wear.

Dig through the dresses, dear Yuhiko, he's hoping to find something to make him look like Rita Hayworth.

....That's an old-ass reference here, anyway, spying a head of blue hair from the corner of his eye.

"Hey! Kenji-kun!"

And then Yuhiko looks full on at who's there

Its a few days after trial, isn’t it nice? Its not. Its really not. There’s been. Things. Memories of blood and robotics and the acric smell of gunsmoke.

It smells like death.

And the memory keeps it going and replaying, the scent of copper and gunsmoke.

So Yuhiko has nothing better to do but go to a tiny city and feel like Godzilla.

Only to see that yurei girl dragging something around. Something yellow. Something with the Wasp on it.

Something that activates that childish instinct.

“That’s mine. Stop treating it like that.”

Oh... Oh those horrible harpies. Safe for now, aren't you? But not for long. Poor Saho-chan. This is gonna suck, isn't it? Its like one of those terrible movies or mangas with all the weird like, torture porn, isn't it?

All these thoughts and more rush through Yuhiko's head as the announcement is made. He didn't vote. His hands are clean. Others aren't but. There wasn't any way to know.

Its all fucked up and sad. But deep down, there's a sense of balance that Yuhiko can appreciate. Death buys death. Pain buys pain.