"I am very not above biting into a piece of delicious sushi."
Hisoka wrinkled his nose in amusement as Niwa's glare turned to
him. "Alright. Let's get our prizes back." He offered Maji the
cans. "Can you put them in your backpack?"
"Put them in yours," Niwa muttered.
"I don't want fish on my notes." Hisoka scoffed.
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
"I wonder if they'll be back soon," she commented to
herself. She imagined that Monokuma might have rigged the food
supply some way or other... Megami... had said that, well...
The food supply was limited. And something might have happened to
it. And even if it was kept safe and sound, Monokuma might have
rigged something up.
To starve us, to motivate us to be so desperate, we commit more
murders.
It felt almost routine at this point. You tried to enjoy all the
time you spent with your loved ones... and then suddenly, someone
died. The horror, the trauma, the tears, it all plays out.
Investigation. Murder trial. The horrific execution...
Back to sleep, back to whatever horrific new thing The Bear has in
store. More pain, more suffering, more death. After all the joy...
more pain, more suffering, more death.
What would play out this time? She couldn't help but almost feel
numb to it at this point. How many more deaths? How many tears
would be shed? In the end, there might not be anyone left. Those
left might just take their own lives out of guilt. And in the end,
all their deaths were inconsequential, if things were disastrous
outside. Or, even if they weren't disastrous, after all...
What's less than three dozen people worth, as compared to
billions?
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