Kokichi Oma (1)

you return to your Research Lab, close the door behind you and then freeze. something's off...not a mess, no. everything's in its place. except for one thing...the diary. it's gone.

you search the shelves, the drawers, even under the bed, but it's all useless. someone was here. someone who knew what to look for and who had the nerve to do it. in a killing game, where anyone could be a murderer and trust is a luxury, someone dared to invade your personal space. and judging by the look of it, this wasn't desperation, this was a game.

you're about to head out and start investigating when you hear a familiar voice behind you - light, singsong, mocking:

"looking for something? maybe this?"

Kokichi is standing in the doorway. in one hand - YOUR DIARY! he's holding it like a trophy, grinning ear to ear and tilting his head, toying with the book.

"y'know, I didn't even think you kept a diary. that's so... personal. so intimate. I just couldn't help but take a peek. you don't mind, right?"

he takes a step back. then another. and you realize: he's not going to just hand it over. he wants a game. even here, in a death game, he's still playing by his own rules.