1st November 2049

  I died. I actually fucking died twice. It’s starting to sink in now. I might not have ever seen Shiori again. I’m sorry Shiori. I should’ve fought harder against Dad. What am I trying to prove exactly? That I’m willing to die?

  I’ve been assigned to Satoshi Gojo. I’m sure that’ll be about as fun as watching a curse rip apart everyone I’ve ever loved. He’s so hot and cold towards me I can never tell if he genuinely wants me dead or if he doesn’t care what happens to me.

  This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.

  His problem is when he opens his mouth, it ruins any possible chance of a friendly conversation. Someone like that doesn’t want friends or people to care about. He just serves the purpose of a weapon for the Higher-ups to wield whenever they see fit.

  If he was actually sincere when he did nice things, I might have felt pity for him. But everything he does seems to be a way for him to push people away further, when he should be holding them closer. He must feel …

  —Recovered journal entry of Ren Sazama