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It’s dark, but Uguisumaru finds himself lying awake. He isn’t quite sure when he woke up, or how long he had been awake. He flinches when he hears someone open his door.
“Oh, good. You’re awake.”
From the glow of the blue TV screen, he can make out a person, standing with a knife.
“You-”
The knife comes down, and pain explodes as it is jammed into his chest. Uguisumaru cries out as black and white spots flicker across his vision.
“You may have gotten Horikawa, but I will be the one who wins.”
Another stab, this time to his stomach. Uguisumaru chokes as blood fills his lungs. “W-why-?”
“Why did you sentence a high schooler to death?”
The knife comes down again. Uguisumaru doesn't even know where it slices into, too busy trying to cough up the blood that is accumulating in his throat. White flashes across his vision, and the pain seems to disappear. A buzzing sound fills his ears as the werewolf laughs.
“Sweet dreams.”
The last thing Uguisumaru sees is the reflection of the screen on his killer’s eyes, shadowed by the darkness but flickering with the horrible blue of the TV.
He doesn't miss the gold that shines ominously in the dark.