The bed creaked as the purple haired girl snuggled in closer to Iori, the dim light of his room flickering. As she nuzzled onto his chest, she thought of their life outside this cruel game.
“Hey Ri?”
“Hm?”
“What’d you want to do when we get out of here?”
Iori scoffed at her, what she thought reasonable, question. “Do you really think we’re escaping this shithole? We’re probably gonna end up killed before we get out.”
She lightly punched his arm and pouted. “Don’t say that! We might end up escaping or like.. finding out a way to live here without killing anyone! Besides, it’s not like there’s any point in thinking negatively.” Her voice dampened somewhat as she hid her face against his body. “I don’t like the idea of you dying, Iori.”
She couldn’t see Ioris face when he responded, but his voice had a strange thoughtfulness to it. “Fine, Aki. I’d guess I’d want to find some nice place to stay, maybe in the city.. and my brother would have to stay too.”
“Could I move in too?”
“If you can handle little kids, sure.”
She looked up and smiled, “I love kids! I could make him nuggets or something.” she then added thoughtfully. “Maybe he could help with my balcony garden?”
Iori let out a small chuckle. “Who said we’d have a garden?”
“Me! I could make really yummy spaghetti with like, homemade tomato sauce!”
Iori rustled his girlfriends hair. “If you want to go through the trouble, be my guest.”
“Kenji could come over sometimes too! Babysit your brother while we go on dates, or we all eat dinner together! I’d like if you got along with him, hon.”
Another scoff comes from Iori, his eyes narrowing. “Like that would ever happen.”
“C’mon, can’t you do try~” Her voice drew out the “y” playfully. “For me, ‘Riri?”
With a sigh, he gave a response that surprised the girl. “Maybe I can try. Maybe.”
She giggled and curled into Iori again, warmth pooling below her head.

Below her head? Why does her head feel so warm and sticky?
And why.. does it…
hurt?

Iori stands above Akira, a bloodied pipe in hand and an unrecognizable corpse behind.
With a final swing, he ends their love.