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Prologue ~Beginning of Hell~

~Your PoV~

04/21 14:46 [Classroom 2-A]
Aikawa-san feels confident as usual and brags about his good grades.

04/21 14:48 [Classroom 2-A]
Next to me sits Ishida-san. She is shy as always and afraid of being approached.

04/21 14:53 [Classroom 2-A]
Kando-san is bored. She just looks out the window and doesn't listen to her friends.

As always, you sit alone at your table. You barely spoke to your classmates. It wasn't like you were an outsider, you just enjoyed watching them all from the sidelines. You wrote down every single one of their emotions when Ishida, again, suppressed her tears because she wrote a bad grade or Bando had a romantic crisis again. You wrote everything down on your cell phone. 

At first, it was just a little time killer for you. You wanted to show that you understand the others, and you notice when they are sad or happy, but after a while, it became a routine for you, and now you can hardly be seen without your phone. It was your very special diary.

You get up from your seat without looking away from your phone. School was finished, and you just wanted to write down your last entries.

When you leave the room, hardly anyone notices. But you didn't make any effort to say goodbye to them either, you were too concentrated for that.

You have come to terms with being alone and it doesn't bother you. It wasn't that you didn't have friends, either. That wasn't true. There were some of your classmates that you got along with, but while they were involved in club activities and the like, you wanted to be by yourself and write your journal. Eventually, they stopped asking you to join.

You also spent your way home writing down all the feelings people had. It was your safe haven, that diary. Knowing that everyone was suffering and in pain, but that joy and happiness followed afterwards, somehow comforted you.

When you arrive at home, you take off your shoes and put them in the closet. Immediately, you see that your shoes are the only pair. That means your father had not come home yet, and you were alone.

You have been living alone with him for over five years. Your mother had left you before. Because of some family drama on her part or something. You didn't know the exact reason, but after a while, you stopped wondering about it. It was for your own good. After that, you never saw her again. 

Your hunger drives you to the kitchen, where you make a simple sandwich. With your food, you go to the living room and turn on the TV.

You had already thrown your bag in the corner. Homework didn't matter to you. It wasn't like anyone was interested in you. Besides, you had learned how to cleverly use your cell phone in class, because obviously, you have to write your diary entries in class, too. 

The news came on TV. It was again reported about this serial killer who has been tormenting Sakurami City for quite some time now. The police had no clues, and the fact that the killer was active in the area around your school didn't make it any better.

You change the channel when it again only comes down to the usual talk. You didn't want to make yourself even more anxious than you already were. 

To the general afternoon program, you eat your sandwich, but suddenly your eyes became heavy. Your eyes suddenly became heavy, without you being able to do anything, they closed and you fell to the side on one of the pillows on the couch. It was almost as if you had fallen into a coma.

When you can open your eyes again, you are in an environment unknown to you. Around you was the sky. But that was not the only thing. You were not alone. There were 12 other people here. You are on a circular flying platform. Each of them had a dark purple mist around them, so you could only make out their shape, but not what they looked like. As you look down at your hands, you see that your identity was also covered.