𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔡 ℌ𝔬𝔭𝔢, ℭ𝔯𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯.

𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧.

𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭..𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭.

or

Komaeda Nagito, a man with luck was forced into a killing game. Though, it was clear there is a mastermind. And Komaeda..

..is their target.

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This story has dark-themes, if you are not comfortable with "Descriptive Gore/Death, Self-inflicted harm, Obsessive behavior, Cuss words, and Vomiting" please refrain yourself from reading this.

This is Komahina/Hinakoma fic if you can't tell, this is also slightly toxic, mutual-toxicity. Though this will not continue in the later chapters.

Also English is not my first language so please correct me if I said something wrong or if my grammar is wrong. Criticism is appreciated.

(P.S I will also be changing the thumbnail after I have the motivation to draw. That thumbnail is only temporary and belongs to the artist: smalllllix30 or SX and you can find them on X or pixiv.)