[ First case spoilers from the first game! This is where the murderer and victim are switched. ]

Murder and victim switched

"You idiot..." Sayaka's lips trembled as she gazed at him, her usually bright-blue eyes dull and lifeless. "You... shouldn't of have..."

Leon let loose a wet cough, hot-pink blood bubbling up and dribbling down his chin before splattering on the floor of Makoto's  room.

"I... I thought..." the SHSL Baseball Star wasn't able to finish his sentence as his grip loosened on her wrist. His hand fell away, hanging limply by his side.

So much blood.

Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood. Blood everywhere.

"Leon-kun, I would say I'm sorry, but..."

Sayaka stopped mid-sentence as her eyes met his electric-blue ones.

They were so fragile, broken.

"Y... You broke... my tr... trust..."

Leon's body was racked by coughs again, blood flying from his parted lips as he hacked it up. The wound that was displayed openly (Leon wasn't attempting to put pressure on it) gave a 'squech' sound as he did so, along with the clattering noise of his weapon falling to the floor.

To brace himself, he pressed a bloodied hand to the wall, lifting his head in the slightest.

The SHSL Pop-Star gave a slight tug on the hilt of her blade, almost cringing as it dislodged itself from his abdomen. Leon winced as she did so, his shoulder blades back against the wall.

"I just... have to escape," she said softly, and he went limp, knees buckling out from beneath him as he slid down the wall. "Sorry, Leon-kun."

With that, she pulled the hilt of the katana that had rested on Naegi's desk from his fingers before preparing to strike.

"S-Survive, then."

Sayaka gasped, startled. Through the blood, Leon gave her a crooked smile, cocking his head to the side.

She didn't realize the tear had fell from her lashes onto his pantleg.

"I'm so sorry... Leon-kun."