SPOILERS FOR THE GAME ( some facts aren't true )
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- Today was saihara's birthday, it's not like he cares anyways. He woke up to the same room, and in the same house. He felt...empty, and alone.
The detective glanced over to the vacant spot next to him. Everyday he wished to see a head of inky purple locks and big purple eyes that he loved and missed so much.
He missed his voice, smile, just everything about him...but Saihara will just have to deal with it. Yeah...just deal with it like he have been doing his whole life. His parents died when he was young, he lived with an uncle that was never there, getting bullied for being feminine, entered the killing game of request, loosing the ones who he got to know, love, hate, and cared about, making out alive without them and feeling a pang of guilt.
He hesitantly left his bed and left his room, going down the creaky steps down to the first floor of the house. Shuichi walked into the kitchen. Surprise, surprise there was a note on the table it's not like there wasn't one there every day, mostly on this day.' Hey Shuichi, sorry that I can't be here for your birthday. I have important work to do, but happy birthday kiddo '
