Extra chapter warning: domestic violence, self-cannibalism, implications of sexual abuse, and a scene with aggressiveness with an animal.

05/13/1978, date where two boys barely eleven years old were returning home. Where one of the two had his head down, knowing what he had to expect when he got home. After all, his father knew about the hit his classmate received.

 A black cat was on a fence when the taller of the two passed by, perhaps too close. Enough to cause the animal to attack him.

 His first impulse was to pick it up. Do what was learned.

 "Stop!" He grabbed the sleeve of his half brother's coat. "You don't need to do this."

 "But it attacked me...

 "I know, but we can't really blame it at all, I mean, what else can that poor thing do? It doesn't know how to do anything else. It can't talk to us, and maybe it doesn't have a good place to run or hide." He put his hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him down. "Nothing deserves to suffer."

 "...Dad always hurts us, doesn't he deserve to suffer?"

 "... Don't do anything to him, it's going to get worse..."

 They continued advancing, until they reached the gate of his house. They rang the bell, and an employee came to open the gate.

They passed through the garden that decorated his house, and when they got inside it...

 "Byakuya, they called me today from the academy. Come here a moment."

 He tried to walk away, knowing that it would make things worse for him.

 "You little piece of shit! How hard is it for you to stop ruining my life for a moment!?"

The blows went fast. It was always the same scene, maybe he would change the words he would say to him, the places he would hit him, or maybe he would force him to call himself useless trash.

 Ouma stared at the situation. He wanted with all his soul to interfere, but fear dominated him at the moment.

His helplessness led him to various scenarios in his head to prevent this from happening again. He thought of the three landlines they owned.

 Cut the wires while everyone slept. Things weren't going so well, she wouldn't want to spend too much to repair all three.

 But what if she found out it was him? The blows from him could go to her...

 "If he were dead you wouldn't have to worry about that."

 He pushed those thoughts away from his mind, he wouldn't do that. It was better than that. Even if those desires were increased by seeing his foot hit the ribs of his little brother.

 When he finally finished everything, he picked him up. He struggled a bit, there was a huge size difference. If only the time in the closet wasn't so long, he might be able to eat more.

 "You don't need to do this..."

 "I want to do it, it hurts me to see you like this."

 He left him lying on the bed, and went to get some ice. This time, he did not spill blood. There was nothing to clean.

 The injuries of that day contrasted with those that had been there for weeks. Generally the same reason, a punishment for something he has done wrong. As minimal as it was.

 "When you feel better I could make you some cookies. They always cheer you up..."

 He put his hand on his shoulder. Although his half brother never cried in front of others, he knew how much he hurt him. He knew that when they had to wait for him to come home, his little brother would tremble. He knew how much he wanted to kill him. How much he wanted to take his place.

 He hugged him, letting him hide his head in his neck for a few moments. It had been a long day, and he already knew it was going to be a night without him at dinner. He was thankful that at least he wasn't so limited in food.

 Once Byakuya fell asleep, Kokichi got up, and went to his mother's room. Fortunately, she didn't have to find him. This time he didn't have time to do anything to her. Aside from her brother, she was the only light in his life. The only reason she hadn't fallen yet.

 "Kokichi! There you are."

 "Hi mom, is everything okay?"

 "Yes." She turned out to be as much of a liar as her son would be in the future. "Everything is fine."

 She hugged her little one, despite the insecure feeling she had about it. It was a relief to know that he could still be sure.

 Not for much longer.

 A month later, that little boy had gone from being a witness to an act of violence to being it's victim.

 "Leave him alone! Leave him!" Her mother tried to separate them, in vain.

 "Shut up!" He hit her right in her face, pushing her further away from her, and took advantage of her not having her on top of her anymore to lock her son in the closet.

 His body hit the floor, and hearing the door close he panicked. Although, in there he could not be attacked, he usually ended days, in complete solitude. In the worst case, it could even be a week. But that wasn't the worst part...

 "Stop please!" Her shouts told him what was happening there. "D-don't go on! Stop!"

 He already knew what he was doing. Just hearing it was enough to torment him. It didn't matter how many screams he gave. How much he knocked on the door. How much he tried to defend her. He would always do the same.

 He hugged his knees, feeling guilt wash over him.

 Feeling that she would not suffer if he had not been born.

 Feeling that he should do something.

 Feeling that he should kill him.

 "Don't keep thinking about it, don't keep..."

 He couldn't imagine himself hurting anyone, even if it was to the one causing his pain. His mother always told him that was not correct. By doing that he would not be satisfied. Although the idea was always tempting you deep down, right?

 In a moment, the screaming stopped. He could make out a figure getting up from the floor and leaving. The other remained lying, alone and hurt. He didn't care that he told him "Stop crying", she was still his mother. And unlike him, he did care about her.

 He cared enough about her to knock on the door, and —he didn't do it very hard, did he— and check on her. Or at least listen.

 "C-calm down, I'm fine." He knew it wasn't true, he knew there were red spots on the floor, he knew he had hurt her. "I wish I could get you out of there..."

 "Don't worry, just wait for him to let it out, maybe he decides not to do anything to anyone for a while."

 "Surely..."

 It really wasn't going to be like that. Akiko couldn't check it, since she wasn't allowed to talk to the other future heirs, thus Byakuya's safety was not confirmed.

 Among all his half-siblings, he was the only one Kokichi didn't despise. The others acted too similar to him. Sometimes in what they said, sometimes what they did. But they knew that he was in no way willing to accept it.

 Byakuya was different, he didn't want the title for the reasons they did. He really wanted to change things, to do something better.

 Sure, he could act like him on occasion, but that didn't matter to him. He knew he was trying not to. He knew he didn't want it to end like this.

 The feeling was fortunately mutual, being that despite the fact that unlike the others, he had managed to connect with him. He understood how he felt about himself, and the last thing he wanted was for him to end up isolated. And although he wanted to escape from all this, he supported him. He had even tried to help him out, but with a global conflict they didn't know how it would end...

 They still couldn't get rid of them. He knew it from the moment the news broke. They couldn't do anything that would attract attention. Not again.

 Not since there was one less.

 But there weren't many thoughts about that dead man, after all you can't feel for those who aren't there.

 He could only feel the fear of ending like this. Especially thinking about the bite on his leg.

 He stopped thinking those things when he heard his mother's singing.

 Even if the rhythm was recreated with pounding on the ground, it managed to calm him down. Enough to be able to rest that night without dreaming of anything.

 So the years passed, at least until that day, 10/21/1984. That is where the changes began for the family.

 One of the first was that after a punishment, Kokichi could notice something unusual in the behavior of his half brother.

 While he was leaving that room (they thought they were going to do something to those who had talent if they were together, they thought he was dangerous), he was looking for him everywhere.

 He didn't found him inside the academy, filling his body and mind with worry.

 He couldn't stand the ideas that his absence attracted, especially the ones that involved him being hurt. After all, how many like-minded people were out there?

 He managed to see the figure of him approaching an abandoned building. Not understanding why he was going there, he followed him.

 What was he planning to do there? He hadn't been in trouble, had he?

 Seeing him enter, he ignored all the reasons why he could be there, and willing to defend him from whatever is there, he ran in the same direction.

 "Kokichi? What are you doing here?

"I am sorry. But I couldn't find you and he didn't want to know that you were fi—" His eyes focused on one (two?) Figure on the ground.

 She had dark burgundy hair, gray eyes, and an expression full of fear. And next to her — not, connected to her, someone exactly the same, maybe a little difference... her eyes were darker, and her expression was so similar.

"Who are you?" There was a hint of menace to her voice as she put an arm around her.

"Don't worry, it's just Kokichi. I told you about him a couple of times."

 "...I see. It's a pleasure." Although she loosened her grip on her sister, she still looked at him threateningly. "Her name is Touko Fukawa, mine is... Genocider Syo..."

 "Damn my parents for not giving me a name, damn my four-year-old self for making it this, and damn my lack of creativity for not giving me ideas to change it."

 Taking into account a little advice from his mother, she tried to clear her doubts.

 "Do you mind if I ask how you met my brother?" He didn't mind that they approached Byakuya, on the contrary, he liked that. It was hard for him to connect with other people, and if he did, it was nice.

 "We found him about a month ago, we were entering here..."

 "It was when he punished you for raising your voice to him. I went further afield before coming home, and well..."

 "I understand. Are you going to go home?"

 "Not really... We haven't been back for years, family problems."

 "Oh, I understand..." Too well.

 "Yes, our "father" tried to kill us, we ended up killing him by accident..." Should she worry about his lack of reaction? "...we are hiding all the time..."

 "I see..." He was sure that it could have happened to him if he had decided to attack him that time.

 She already knew from his friend (or his sister's? He was closer to her after all) part of what was going on with his family environment, which served to explain his lack of surprise at the situation.

 "And when did that happen?"

 "When we were five years old."

 "...Sorry..."

 There wasn't much he could do other than say that, and for a few months, bring them food and water to that abandoned building. But despite everything, he managed to get along well enough with both of them, especially with whom acted as the eldest.

 They even had some funny moments with them, which he should have imagined from hearing his mother's words when she asked her advice to solve the situation.

 "What should I do if I want to help two girls who are homeless?"

 "You should take her to some home to—"

 "N-no! Eh— I'm sorry, I mean someone who can't go because bad people are looking for him."

 "...Are you getting into illegal things?"

 "No, do not worry."

 "...Ok... I guess you should get some food. And water... Why don't they have a house?"

 "It's a situation similar to..." He stared at the window, seeing how he approached the property. "They are two girls..." She omitted the detail of their physical state. "And they can't go with nobody."

 "...I'll give you some money, but please be careful."

 "I will."

 Sure, it wasn't the safest thing to do, considering she wouldn't let him have control of her own money. Still, he didn't mind trying to help, if it would give someone security not to end up in a similar situation.

 He was lucky, he didn't notice anything for a month. Now when he did...

 "What were you doing giving him money?"

 She couldn't tell her reasons, even if it meant things were going to get worse.

 "You don't even care about him, and that's my money."

 "What are you giving him money for!?"

 "He needs to get materials for the academy! You never get him anything to work with!"

"Don't raise your voice at me!" He punched her in the face, leaving her on the floor.

 Before he could do anything, their son entered the room, drawing his attention away.

 Even if he wasted a few precious minutes by leaving him in the closet, it wasn't enough.

 Again screams were heard from her, again he left her lying with those red spots, again, both son and mother were filled with guilt.

 Days passed, he was still there. Hunger came, he was still there. The blood began to flow when it became too intense.

 Again he had to consume part of himself to hold on.

 Once he came out, he vomited on the carpet, and his mother had to treat his wound, telling him that he shouldn't be sorry for her state of mind.

 Even if she already had little time.

 "We can no longer bring you things, our "father" realized that we were getting money."

 "Is that why you couldn't come?" Her voice was somewhat broken, but she would do her best to hide it, both for her own good and for theirs.

 "Yes..."

 "I understand... Don't worry, we'll find some way to get ahead." She suppressed the urge to cough she had.

 "Surely, we will come another day. Now we have to go." He informed the sisters. "I'm sorry."

 "Okay, see you tomorrow."

 They began to walk home, thinking about what they would do in the end. While she wrote.

 They advanced in a half-hurried way, but not too much, while she already had an open wound.

 They had been about five more blocks, she was already losing blood.

 They were at the door, she stopped moving.

 The purple-haired man went up to the room, and when he opened the door...

 "M-mother?" He found her with blood around her, not in the usual place. He panicked, not knowing what to do. "Calm down." He was trying to deny it. "I'll call someone. I'll get help. Whatever, just stay with me!"

 He wrapped his arms around her, noticing that she wasn't breathing.

 "No no no no! Please don't die! Do not leave me!"

 With tears in his eyes, she thought that he was responsible for this. At least until he noticed a note on the bed. There were damp spots on the wallpaper.

 "To Kokichi, my son:

 I'm so sorry to have to leave like this, but I can't take it anymore. It's too much for me.

 I know you can move on, it's not your fault I'm doing this. You didn't do anything wrong, it was me who caused this. It's my fault I couldn't hold on. But I just can't, knowing that if he hurts me he'll do worse to you. I am sorry.

 Please be yourself, and don't give up.

 Take care I love you.

-Akiko"

 Finally, he broke into a silent cry, sticking his mother's last words against himsef. He couldn't believe it wasn't his fault. After how he was born...

 "Kokichi?" He cast his purple-blue eyes on his brother. Seeing the situation, and noticing how more of his siblings and employees were approaching, he hugged him.

 But despite that, Ouma was still in serious condition.

 Despite his support, Ouma remained subdued.

 Despite being there, Ouma mentally distanced himself.

 Despite everything, he couldn't stop what was happening to him.

 "Do you still not want to eat?"

 He didn't say a word, he didn't want to fight this time.

 "Are you going to answer me?"

"Keep quiet. Don't give him the pleasure."

 "Answer to me. Now."

 They could be staring at him, and he wouldn't say anything.

 Every day that passed, he was worse. He wasn't even trying to hold on anymore. He let most things pass in front of him, he sat staring at nothing for hours.

 And he could give him the beating of his life, he was so deep in his misery that he wouldn't do anything.

 Only once did he make an exception.

 "Let him go!" He threw himself on top of him, only thinking of killing him.

 "Get down!"

 He punched his jaw, not getting much. His grip was powered by his anger.

 He knew he was getting into a battle he wasn't going to win, but he didn't care. He needed to protect him this time.

 He couldn't let it end like her.

 He was not going to let him kill him.

 It didn't do much, except to add to the fury between them.

 "Let me out! Let me out now! I am going to kill you! I am going to kill you! I am going to kill you!"

 He hit the door, hit the door, hit the door until his hands started to bleed. And when this happened, he hit his own body against the door hit his own body against the door hit his own body against the door until he passed out.

 Things went on like this, with Byakuya being the only thing keeping Kokichi from doing something dangerous to himself or someone else.

 When he realized that he was about to do something like that, he could only smack himself on the arm and wail emptyly. After all, she wasn't there anymore, what was the point of him trying to lie to himself about what he needed?

 Time would prove him right, what he was really going to need was to prepare.

"Is that true?" It was one of the few times they approached him. He wasn't exactly despised by his classmates, they even hated him less than several of his brothers. "All that loose information."

 "Uh-huh." He wasn't interested in talking about it. He was more concerned with how things would turn out.

 "Do you think they are true?"

 "... Some yes and others no..." She had died without the truth of her end being revealed.

 He walked away from there, he did not care what they think about it, if not the situation itself.

 He had already been followed by a couple of people who managed to locate him. He noticed the intentions of both seeing them, approaching dangerously. He didn't know if they wanted to attack him for something true or false, but he should start running.

 There were two types of data: those that were true, and those that were not. It didn't matter which was which, just that he was in the line of fire.

 That wasn't the last time something like this happened. Going home, approaching the abandoned building, wherever he went, those eyes followed him. But it didn't matter why they did it, but what they would do.

 And he didn't care too much either, since he hadn't heard of any measures taken to prevent any risk. Maybe there was one, it just wasn't for them.

 It didn't matter, he had to take matters into his own hands.

 "It's not safe for us to get together with them, and I really want nothing to happen to you, so I..." The words already hurt even though they still didn't come out of his throat. "...I want to send you to someone else, where you are safe, and if they want to go too, they will go with you."

 "...What?"

 "I know you don't want to leave, but it's the best I can do so they don't hurt you."

 "Can't you come with me?" Although his gaze tried to look threatening, his hands were shaking.

 "No, I have to do something before I go..." He wanted to kill him first.

 "Please!" He gripped his shoulders, anguished. "What if he hurts you?"

 "But... I... It's fine, just promise me that if something bad happens, you'll run away immediately."

 "I will." He sighed. "Anyway, what are we going to do about Touko and Syo? We can't leave them there."

 "Well..." He took out a piece of paper with several names, clearly written on a typewriter, with some marked in black and others underlined. "Here I have some teachers from the main course, I've been finding out a bit about them." To be more specific , approaching to listen to conversations to find out if anyone was halfway decent as a human being.

 "Who do you think they should go with?"

 He looked at the list again, seeing one of the names on it.

 "I think I have an idea..."

 The next day, the four of them were after that orange-haired woman. It was the most suitable, and both agreed.

 "Professor Yukizome." She stopped dead, and turned to see who was talking to her. She didn't recognize two of the faces that were there, and the remaining two weren't too close to her. "I know you probably know little or nothing about us, but we need her help."

 "What do they need?" She spoke suspiciously, as she reminded the two brothers for a moment, especially that they shouldn't be in the main course.

 "As you can see, there are two sisters among us. We need you to take care of them without reporting them to anyone."

 There was silence for a few moments, before she answered.

 "What?" Rather, she asked.

 "You're going to take care of them. I know it's sudden, but they need your help."

 "I can't repor—" 

 "We already told you no, it's dangerous. Please, you are our only option."

 It took him a while to decide whether to do it or not. While keeping both of them was going to be difficult, the way they looked at her...

 "In agreement..."

 "Will we see each other again?" Touko questioned, a little worried knowing their family environment.

 "I hope so." With some hesitation, Byakuya gathered his arms around them. "But I'm not sure."

 "Goodbye..."

 They walked away unaware of the future, hoping the parting was temporary.

 They returned home, alert for being followed. 

 "What's your plan?" He was too busy to know they arrived.

 "Follow me." He took him to the rooms, and from under his bed he took out a book titled "The Anaquist's Cookbook" and held it in front of him for a bit. "It took me a while to get it, but here it is. 

It has some things that we can use to do something..."

 They turned the pages, and found what they were looking for, or at least something they would later do.

 They managed to make a bomb in a few days, it was not designed to destroy the whole house, but to leave it in the boiler room. It would be enough to leave something flammable for them to light it, and then it would explode.

 "Do you think it is a good idea?"

 "I don't know, but it should at least distract them. When I'm going to leave the bomb, you go out through a window." He didn't mention his idea of luring him to that room so that his father would finally die.

 "I did not mean that..."

 Days passed, although he felt eyes on him, he felt a little more courage. He felt that he could avenge her.

 He had the bomb with him at all times, he didn't want to risk his work going to waste. Not when there was so little time left. And he was right, since it was on a Sunday night that it all ended.

 Screams were heard outside. They began to do what was agreed. Hasty footsteps sounded in the corridors. As they all headed for the nearest exit, Kokichi made up his mind to go to that room.

 "Promise me you'll get out of there alive..." He grabbed his arm, lowering his gaze. "Please..."

 "I will do it. Wait for me away from the crowd. I'll find you."

 He ran into the room, ignoring the footsteps behind him, with the bomb under his arm. He entered, and left it on the floor, then turned it on. Everything was going according to plan, until he heard a knock.

 He started banging on the door, noticing that he was locked in.

 "Why do you think the door was open?"

 He didn't stop trying to escape his confinement, but he couldn't help but close his eyes, knowing that he was going to pass.

 For a few moments, he didn't even know if there was silence and darkness. He didn't know what he had seen, or if he had seen anything. But he was no longer in that place. For a moment, he felt the small hope of being able to reunite with his mother, and the regret of not being able to fulfill what he promised to his little brother. For a moment, he hoped to take him with him.

 But that soon disappeared, when he woke up in a room (for now only fit for one person) and he didn't know where he was.

 He tried to search for them all over the room, without success. Suspiciously, he stepped out into the hall. He noticed a trail of blood on the floor, setting off an internal alarm.

 He got as far away as possible. He thought he knew the meaning of it. He went to the door that was at the end, beginning? From the hallway.

 "Byakuya?" His voice sounded smaller than he would like, too weak for his liking, but it was necessary to keep it in case he was still in company.

 "Hello?" Blue eyes rested on him, belonging to a deceased singer. "Who are you?"

 He didn't know exactly what he should answer or if he should, but the possibility that she might take it to his brother made him answer.

 "I'm Ouma. I need to know where my brother is."

 "He died with you?"

 "...I don't know..." The impact of the news was contained by previous events.

 "Is his name on any door?"

 "Let me see!"

 He ran to see the doors. 05/05/1930, nothing. 03/10/1956, nothing. 11/17/1979, nothing.

 "He should be at your door..." Seeing a single plaque on the door told her everything. "...At least he's alive..."

 "He's in danger! I need to return!"

 "I'm sorry..." She tried to get closer to put her hand on his shoulder, receiving his rejection (and a slap) immediately.

 He was too stressed to care. He started running everywhere, looking for a way out. But he just went around several times in circles. Getting nowhere, he returned to that corridor. He sat on the floor, staring at nothing.

 He had attracted the attention of several people around. He just hoped they weren't like him. Some approached, but they got nothing.

 He didn't care when some voice asked "are you okay?", "what happened?", "do you need help?", "do you know where you are?", or anything else.

 He only paid attention when that voice asked "Kokichi?"

 "Byakuya!" He hugged him excitedly, but the joy of seeing him again turned into a fear only expressed by his voice. "... How did you get here?"

 "They hit me with some stones when I ran away, and then I came to an alley. I waited for you there for a while and fell asleep, I guess this is a dream, right? I waited for you, I know you wouldn't leave me behind, right?"

 "...Sorry, I couldn't get out in time... He locked me up..."

 His silence told him more disappointment than anger.

 They went to the kitchen, they were both a little hungry.

 There were eyes around him. Luckily, there was only one person there to worry about.

 A single similar gesture was enough for her to jump on him. The nurse's uniform, which had some blood stains on it, was the only thing Kokichi recognized from that girl. He knew that she was one of the people who was watching him. Neither of them had any idea that she was going to attack.

 But he had already accepted that it would happen.

 He already knew  that he had  to defend himself.

 And he wouldn't take any more of this.

 His eyes darted to a blowtorch in a drawer. As a bear, he jumped on her, and lit it in her face, and lit it in her face, and lit it in her face, and lit it in her face, and lit it in her face her. The smell of burning meat invaded his nostrils. A single scream was heard.

 On the spur of the moment, sensing the stares, he tore off a piece of her flesh. He moved closer, ready in case he was attacked. This caused the others to back away from them, knowing that she would be able to get up.

 He helped Byakuya stand up, and they slowly left. He was still holding the piece of meat from her.

 The thought of eating it ran through his mind. He disliked it, but at the same time it was tempting. Claim the victory he couldn't have.

 They entered the room, which they now knew they shared, still shocked by the situation.

 "Are you going to... throw it away?" It was obvious to both of them what he was talking about.

 "...I'll decide..."

 He got some alcohol in the medicine cabinet and some plastic. With that, he planned to keep it.

 So he did, from that moment until he first heard the bells. Until his body only felt his past pain. Until he came back from it.

 "What... happened to me?"

 His brother looked at him with a horrified expression, which he tried to contain. He could see him trembling slightly, holding a bloody axe.

 He touched his chin, sucking foam from it. He studied it for a few seconds, and wiped it off with his coat. He remembered a little of what he had seen and done.

 "It... You saw it..." His voice sounded broken, he had seen something horrible.

 "...Did I try to kill you?" He remembered that detail, a little blurry but still there, confirmed by the other's nod.

 "You weren't acting like you normally do. You tried to...attack me." he managed to regain control of his tone momentarily, trying to calm down.

 There was a momentary pause, before the purple-haired boy approached with outstretched arms. Byakuya accepted the gesture, doing his best not to break down.

 After this gesture, he separated. He needed to know more things.

 "How did I attack you?"

 "You tried to drag me across the floor. You did the same thing with three other people."

 "Where did I leave them?"

 "It's real form..."

 He barely understood what he meant, and connected the dots. 

He looked for something to write down and began to record what she already knew. He kept asking for data, which he kept with him and studied for a long time, especially about a certain blue-eyed girl.

 After a time, the effort regarding the latter would be forced to intensify.

 "Who did this to you?!"

 There was a bite mark on his arm, with human tooth marks around the torn part.

 "It was Enoshima, she just attacked me."

 His body tensed, and he stood up, his eyes only thinking of seeing that thing's head blown open. He was going to do it, he was going to kill her. What did he care if she came back? If she was smart she would stay away from him.

 He took a machete and a pistol, and began to search for her, not caring about the notes with which he had devised a strategy to deal with her, or that he did not have a good aim.

 He found her rummaging through some bodies, not knowing or caring if they were alive or dead. His first action was to fire the gun, which only drew his attention.

 He tried to fire a few more times, watching as she dodged all of the bullets. Before he could react, she jumped on top of him, and hit him, knocking him to the ground. He got up again, hitting her chin with the behind of the gun and driving the machete into her stomach.

 Junko took advantage of his approach and grabbed his wrist, digging her nails into it, causing him to let go. An attempt was made to separate, resulting in the use of the machete as a lever, the loss of his hands. He did his best to dodge the slashes, directed with increasing hostility, knowing the attack would continue.

 Between all this, he managed to notice a window. He thought about jumping, dismissing the idea as he didn't know how high the fall would be. But she...

 He ran towards it, seeing that the only way to avoid it was to jump to the ground. Just as she did, he didn't give her time to react to his action, ducking.

 Her body shattered the window, falling into the courtyard. He went to get what was left of her to examine it.

 Going downstairs, he found that thing shattered. Her bones were visibly broken, and she had stopped moving.

 The commotion had attracted the attention of his half-brother, who had followed him, and as it happened with him, he had remained frozen in place until the scene ended.

 "Grab it, we'll take her for a moment."

 "Please not what I'm thinking."

 They barricaded themselves in the room, as they now knew they must.

 He searched around a bit, and found something to measure it. 

She wrote that information down, and began to inspect his pre-fight injuries. A stab wound to her stomach that was regenerating, some parts of her body rotting away, a couple of cuts and scratches left by previous victims of her, in an attempt to fend her off.

 "Pass me a knife, I want to see what bones were broken."

 "You can not be serious..."

 "Don't you want to avoid death?"

 Silently, he decided to obey him. As soon as he handed him the weapon, he tried not to vomit as he watched the meat separate from her. Meanwhile, he checked. At least that seemed like he would do, just check the bones, but...

 "W-what are you doing with her!?"

 "I want to check what else she ate." He grabbed some leftover food (and "food") that fell on the floor. "Look at this, there are some apples, don't you think that's weird?"

 "W-what are you talking about?! You are-"

 "That thing always talks about God, this is surprisingly ironic."

 "Even so-"

 "I understand now what we must do to prevent anything from happening to us."

 "What?!"

 "What she's been doing since she got here." He dropped the contents, looking at him in a mixture of understanding and—-"If I do this, I can keep you safe. They will not dare to hurt you.

 "Don't you think what makes us like her?"

 "They're going to hurt us if we don't defend ourselves." He tried to justify himself. "I heard the others talking about killing us. 

Please, even if you don't eat, I need your support."

 He accepted, not sure what to do. But he trusted him, why question him?

 Even if he felt bad about cheating on him, he couldn't help but enjoy the power he received from all of this.

 "I'm going to the right, you cover me."

 They had both been looking for more targets. They were prepared, and before long, they attacked most of them. The few who fled did not come out unscathed.

 The meat was consumed, they fled. The process was repeated every time they wanted food.

 "Kokichi? Byakuya?"

 "Touko? Syo? How did you die?"

 "We were having health problems, we already knew we didn't have much time. We also found out about you..."

 "Yes, I made a "little" scene that day." They noticed that there was already something out of place by the way he spoke.

 "How have you been?"

 "Well, we learned many things about this place."

 He began to recount select details of what happened. Mostly manipulated. But they really trusted them, especially it happened with those who acted with the elders. Even seeing that his victims weren't as bad as he told her.

 "Attack them with this." He gave him a machete, pointing the direction of his preys.- That will make them go to the kitchen.

 He grabbed the ax that had once killed him again, ready to use it against them. Whether they are innocent or not, whether they knew about him or not, they will think of hurting him or not. That was him now. And it would take much more than words or shots for him to be something else in the future.

There will probably be a longer break in the story because I'm going to write a few other stories in between, but I'll come back when I can. Take care while he's gone :D

By the way, credits to luisnosequeponer for choosing the name of Ouma's mother.