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The outside world.. didn’t exist. It was all a lie, all for nothing. The outside world, along with humanity was destroyed. That was the truth of the outside world. Hope was shattered, and only despair remained in the midst of the air.
. . .
Several nights passed, Shuichi didn’t bother to leave his room, or even get up from his bed. The morning and night announcements played out as usual, but this time—monokuma wasn’t there. There wasn’t a point to this killing game anymore anyway, because there was no reason to go outside.
Once more, night passes, and morning hits again, the dark haired detective still remains in bed, not moving an inch. He stayed lying there, depressed. There wasn’t reason to leave his room anyway. He felt absolutely hopeless. He wanted nothing more than this feeling to end..He thought to himself…How long have I been like this..? I should.. get up… Or I might not ever get up again.
I..
I don’t care. If I just..kill myself.
Shuichi sighed. He didn’t care anymore, he knew what he needed to do, he knew there was only one possible way out of here…Out of his own misery. If he were to just end his life, he’d be free. He would be free of all this guilt, from all of his problems..if he just died. Surely, that was his only way out of this never-ending nightmare . . ? It had to be, there was no other way. If he were to just continue playing this killing game, he would only be witnessing the deaths of all his other remaining friends..Or maybe, just maybe, his own. It was probably best that he just finished the job himself.
With a weird feeling throughout his entire body, greasy, and messy hair, Shuichi groggily sat up—for the first time in a while at that. His vision was a bit wonky at first, but his eyesight soon slowly adjusted to his surroundings as he rubbed his eyes. His clothes were all wrinkly, and he probably—no, certainly stunk. But that didn’t matter in this moment…He felt dizzy, he felt unreal, his head and mind were spiraling. Everything around him didn’t matter anymore, he just felt so miserable.
It was hard, but for the first time in a while he managed to get up from his bed. His movements were all wonky, but he forced himself to move despite feeling this way. Shuichi made his way towards his closet, which may or may not have had a bunch of unnecessary junk. What could he say? He was in a killing game, being organized didn’t seem to be his top priority in such a situation.
After searching for some time. he found what he had been looking for, a rope. Shuichi then stood back up and took a long, shaky breath. He knew what was next, he knew what his goal was, and there was no turning back. There was no reason in living anyway. He’s stuck in some killing game, all that he goes through in life nowadays is investigations, trials, and executions. All he ever witnesses is death. His own time was ticking, so why not end it now? Everyone he ever cared for has died, or, is soon awaiting their fate as well…
With racing thoughts, he made his way over to grab the chair over at his desk. Shuichi then reached the part of his room where he would be hanging from. He then placed and stood on the chair, and brought the rope up to his neck with shaking hands. Wrapping the rope around the metal bar on his ceiling, and then his neck..he tied a noose. He couldn’t believe he was really going to do this, to give into despair. Shuichi had given up so easily, that’s just how he’s always been—he never had any sort of confidence in himself. He was angry, frustrated at himself for letting monokuma win. But it didn’t seem to matter anymore, monokuma had his other students to toy with, what difference would it make with one less?
Shuichi’s mind was racing with several thoughts, he should probably should speed up this process before he changes his mind. And with that, he made sure the noose around his neck was secure enough to keep him held up. His movements were all hesitant, even as he took one last breath..He kicked the chair below him.
With a thud of the chair, immediately after, came a snap.
The snap of his neck.
He did it, he successfully ended his own life.
He didn’t even stop once to think about how his friends would feel.
All those promises made to Maki, Kaito, and most importantly…Kaede. What were they all for?
All those words exchanged gone to waste.
The dark haired detective hung there, not a sign of life. He never felt alive in the first place, at this point in his life he had just been a walking corpse…It was probably a good thing that he ended his suffering.
His body hanging from the metal bar on his dorm ceiling, cold, and alone. Maybe in a way, this was a win on his behalf. He got to end his life with his own hands before monokuma, or anyone else did.
The ultimate detective…He was only good for solving mysteries, for solving trials. He never wanted any of this. He didn’t want to be known as the ultimate detective, but for himself.
To be known as Shuichi Saihara.