@mindtwisters liked for a starter!
The game had finally ended. Three weeks of fighting for their lives, finally having come to a close. You would think Rindo would be stoked! In some ways, it was like they could go back to the lives they led before, and just pretend this had never happened.
But... That didn’t feel right, either. Sure, going back home to his mother and friends was great and all, but could he really just... Go back to stressing out about balancing homework and hanging out with Fret? And the others now, he guessed. Or at least hoped. Not to mention online stuff. Not... That there was much online to go back to now, huh? All that effort, and they weren’t even all going back together.
Still, it wasn’t like he could just go back and hope for a new ending, either. The first time, it was the only way. The second time, Shibuya would never be the same. But... now? That was just selfish. He was, as usual, lost in thought, looking down at the mutated pin in his outstretched hand. So much for a decisive new me... Well, that wasn’t true. But that didn’t mean things weren’t hard.
He was lost in thought, so busy trying to finally digest the three-for-one night stay in the seventh ring of hell, that he didn’t notice his friend’s approach. Finally, he looked over to notice Fret. “Oh, hey. You haven’t ditched this thing yet?”
