The last thing he remembers is the sweltering heat, steam clouding his already fading vision and choking his lungs. He remembers accepting his death, knowing that he had it coming. Someone as unlucky as him was bound to end up dead eventually.
They were right about you.
It’s a sudden, unwelcoming thought, but with it comes the rest. With it comes the constant rejection. The rejection from his family, of his happiness, of everything. Hope’s Peak was his only solace, the thing that made him happy. Hope’s Peak brought him another chance to beat the odds he was spited for. Because of Hope’s Peak, he made friends.
Then why did it end up this way?
He’s brought out of his thoughts by the deep, searing sting of his skin. Looking down to glance at his arm, only to see peeling and blistering that stained it a grotesque-looking red. It wasn’t like this when he gave up, and he begins to wonder how long he was in there before he was found... The thought of it is sickening.
Looking around, he realizes that he’s still in the sauna. The steam is nowhere to be seen, and it seems that it’s been turned off. How much time has passed? It’s an irrelevant question, so he drops it before he even considers the answer. More importantly, it seems things have been fixed. The doorknob is back in its place, with the net most likely placed back where it was before.
It seemed like his murder never happened. Maybe, by now, he’s already been forgotten. For someone like him, maybe that’s for the best. Would someone who was cursed, destined to succumb to a terrible fate from the beginning, be worth remembering?
He then remembers that conversation when he feels a dull aching on the side of his head. He remembers falling, as well as the blurred sight of pale, yet vibrant cyan hair. He remembers that he is the one that caused his death, yet part of him yearns to deny it. There’s a tightening in his chest and an ache in his heart as the memories settle. How could Wataru do this? He wasn’t capable of murder. He was a good person, wasn’t he? That’s why Wataru was the one that he...
His thought process is, once again, interrupted. However, this time it’s by the sound of approaching footsteps. Looking up once the one approaching him is in sight -- Goro Akechi, the one who killed Noah not too long ago -- he keeps a calm expression despite how utterly distraught he feels.
“I never thought I’d see you again.” Guess that’s a perk of death, huh.
