He was born in a web of half-truths, stitched together with blood and betrayal.
Henry Nagito Kokichi is no stranger to death. A master manipulator and calculated killer, he wears charm like a mask and guilt like a second skin. But beneath the grinning exterior lies something far more fractured-a soul teetering on the edge of its own unraveling.
Haunted by a past he can barely remember and tormented by the knowledge that he doesn't belong to just one world, Henry begins to question everything: his memories, his identity, even the reality he walks through. As the layers of his universe begin to crack, so does he-facing the horrifying truth that he is a fictional being, born of trauma, shaped by pain, and forced to perform for the sake of someone else's catharsis.
This is not a redemption story.
This is the story of a boy who lies, kills, and remembers.
Too much.