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((Junko Kurosawa continued from Bread Suit))

“So… I’d bet the rest of my supplies if it turned out you died because you pissed someone off. Was that it? Was that what happened?”

Darius said nothing.

Junko frowned.

Yeah, she’d gone into this little office area earlier, and, y’know, looked around. The first room she looked in, there wasn’t anything really all that noteworthy. Second time was largely the same, though Junko had looked through one of the photo albums on the self. Purely for shits and giggles, she guessed. It went straight back when she saw a specific picture. “Happy 50th?” 50th what? Eye gouging? That’s what it looked like, at least. What kind of place did their oh-so-lovely captors take them? Was this really one of those mental asylums? Maybe a doctor guy really was going to cut off her fingers. Made sense, really.

Third room had an odd smell. A familiar smell. Yet, like an idiot, she had to look. That’s when she found Darius. Or, at least, what was left of him. She was sure it was Darius, though. Half his face was missing, but she could recognize what’s left and that green streak any day. He’d given her a pretty good jump. Her heart was still pounding from that split second she first saw him.

Junko tilted her head to the side. It wasn’t a pretty sight. Wasn’t a nice smell, either. It seemed “fresh”, like it happened not too long before she got here. For a second, Mr. Graham came back. Those last few moments of struggling, the look on his face when he realized what was about to happen. For another second, Mr. Graham became Darius. He made the same look, made the same struggle, before his life was extinguished. Without realizing it, Junko took a step back.

Once those thoughts left as quickly as they arrived, she smiled. It hurt a little.

“Whatever you did, you probably deserved it.”

That’s the best way of putting it. Darius was living on borrowed time, wasn’t he? He pissed her off first thing, it was only a matter of time before someone shot him. In a way, it was only surprising that it didn’t happen sooner.

Junko stopped smiling, and turned. She didn’t want to stare at Darius’ body anymore. And yet, she had to give him one last look. Her face was like stone, but she had one more thing to say.

“Good riddance.”

It seemed callous to say that, but only for a few seconds. Junko decided not to dwell on that. Darius was dead. He most likely did something. What, she didn’t know, but the announcement was coming… soon. She wasn’t sure when “soon” was, but soon. It was morning already. She still needed to stretch out her limbs a bit more. Sleeping on the floor of the asylum hadn’t been nice. Then again, most sleeping spots here were terrible. Anything for a bed, damn it. But announcements were “soon.” Danya was probably going to confirm or deny it in some way or another.

After she left the room, Junko exhaled. Then, she fished out her sunglasses. There was no bright light, but she felt like she need them. She slid them onto her face, and stepped away from the room.

Next office, perhaps? It didn’t seem like there were any other bodies, other than the one. That room had a bed, and so did the other one, so maybe there was another elsewhere. Which was good, because again, sleeping on the floor sucked. Maybe she’d look at one that was farther away from the smell.

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