After saving a highschool girl and paying the consequences for it Y/n finds himself pulled into a game that will test his will to survive.
Story will contain mature themes: death,gore,and other adult situations be warned i won't put stuff like trig...
(A/n 1: Just a quick note for this chapter and some future chapters whenever a character speaks like this: it means they are speaking in English not Japanese and every other time most likely unless i say otherwise they are speaking Japanese you know since the setting is in Japan for the most part.)
After the Shinjuku massacre the last thing I remember was Kurono blowing my head off and dying on the cold street my vision fading to black. When my vision returned I woke up sitting in a room surrounded by a large group of people, and in the midst of the group was a large black sphere.
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Izumi: Ha! HaHaHa! AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH! Hmm?!?
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Feeling a weight on my shoulder I turned around and saw a panda holding onto me, and as quick as it came the animal left walking around on all four of it's feet away from me and around the apartment room looking at the others. At last I finally returned to the room where I truly belonged.
(Kurono Pov)
Laying down on the cold street the pain and blood from the gunshot wound on my chest grew, just breathing hurt almost like I was drowning in an ocean but instead of the taste of salt water, my mouth was filled with the disgusting taste of blood.
Kurono: (it's so cold...i can't move at all.....Tae should be safe now....Tae I won't be able to see you anymore....i want to talk with you some more....i want to walk with you again....she's so close yet...........Tae)
If i'm going to die here I want at least my last memories to be of our happy moments together since we first started dating all the way up until a few hours ago, when everything went to shit. My vision vanishing and in the next moment I was no longer on the cold street staring up at the sky, but instead on the ground looking up at the ceiling of that familiar apartment. Touching the area where I was shot the wound was healed and it felt easier to breathe again.
