[ Daisuke reaches his hand out to Naegi, their hands barely touch, but not quite there. He opens his mouth to scream, but is muted by the darkness that envelops him. Monobear giggles upon the sight as the students watch: half in relief, half in fear.
The room that Daisuke ends up being in resembles an asylum--nothing but white. A white emptiness. However, a crown drops near his feet. It's the first item that he stole in his memories, the Crown of Alice. The crown also exists in his home with Naegi. However, Daisuke doesn't move to touch the fallen crown. As if offended by his decision, more crowns drop into the room, filling the white with gold. Gold upon gold. Crowns continue to fall and fill up the room, joining by bigger pieces of artwork. Paintings fall, along with huge crystals. Giant mirrors also start falling. Daisuke tries to dodge the falling pieces of artwork as he tries to look for a way to escape. Thankfully, he finds an air vent that is way up high and uses his nimble flexibility and parkour skills to get in before the room floods with broken art.
He escapes the room, only to fall into another room with a lone girl. There's ice all around her. ]
How could you...? You left me to die...
[ Fear. Fear is in his eyes. Daisuke recalls when he had to leave Freedert behind while being carried off by Dark. He remembers desperately calling out to her and how badly he wanted to stay behind with her. He remembers screaming her name. He remembers--
It doesn't take long for her to stab Daisuke with a sword as he stands there, frozen in shock. He bleeds from his stomach and cries out in pain when the sword is pulled out. It hurts. He cries. He cries and mutters under his breath: ]
I'm sorry.
[ He breathes in. ]
I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
[ Daisuke falls to his knees, curling up while clutching at his bleeding stomach. The girl, quiet, throws away her sword, and touches the top of Daisuke's head. His red hair instantly turns purple. His identity shifts. He is no longer Daisuke Niwa. In the blink of an eye, the girl turns into a white haired boy who dons a somewhat similar appearance to Daisuke's except he is much more sinister. He reaches out with both hands, holding the other's face.
What is he?
Who is he? ]
Who... am I...?
[ The person that was once Daisuke asks with a strained voice as tears drip down his face. The other boy smiles. ]
You're a murderer, liar, and a thief. But that's okay. I accept you for everything that you are.
[ He smiles. ]
I want your being.
[ He forcefully grabs onto the face that he once gently held. ]
I want your everything.
[ And he tears off the skin of his face, plasters it against his own, blood and all, and starts devouring the body. The screen the viewers are watching from is covered by black feathers but it cannot hide the scream from filtering through the speakers. ]
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The room that Daisuke ends up being in resembles an asylum--nothing but white. A white emptiness. However, a crown drops near his feet. It's the first item that he stole in his memories, the Crown of Alice. The crown also exists in his home with Naegi. However, Daisuke doesn't move to touch the fallen crown. As if offended by his decision, more crowns drop into the room, filling the white with gold. Gold upon gold. Crowns continue to fall and fill up the room, joining by bigger pieces of artwork. Paintings fall, along with huge crystals. Giant mirrors also start falling. Daisuke tries to dodge the falling pieces of artwork as he tries to look for a way to escape. Thankfully, he finds an air vent that is way up high and uses his nimble flexibility and parkour skills to get in before the room floods with broken art.
He escapes the room, only to fall into another room with a lone girl. There's ice all around her. ]
How could you...? You left me to die...
[ Fear. Fear is in his eyes. Daisuke recalls when he had to leave Freedert behind while being carried off by Dark. He remembers desperately calling out to her and how badly he wanted to stay behind with her. He remembers screaming her name. He remembers--
It doesn't take long for her to stab Daisuke with a sword as he stands there, frozen in shock. He bleeds from his stomach and cries out in pain when the sword is pulled out. It hurts. He cries. He cries and mutters under his breath: ]
I'm sorry.
[ He breathes in. ]
I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
[ Daisuke falls to his knees, curling up while clutching at his bleeding stomach. The girl, quiet, throws away her sword, and touches the top of Daisuke's head. His red hair instantly turns purple. His identity shifts. He is no longer Daisuke Niwa. In the blink of an eye, the girl turns into a white haired boy who dons a somewhat similar appearance to Daisuke's except he is much more sinister. He reaches out with both hands, holding the other's face.
What is he?
Who is he? ]
Who... am I...?
[ The person that was once Daisuke asks with a strained voice as tears drip down his face. The other boy smiles. ]
You're a murderer, liar, and a thief. But that's okay. I accept you for everything that you are.
[ He smiles. ]
I want your being.
[ He forcefully grabs onto the face that he once gently held. ]
I want your everything.
[ And he tears off the skin of his face, plasters it against his own, blood and all, and starts devouring the body. The screen the viewers are watching from is covered by black feathers but it cannot hide the scream from filtering through the speakers. ]