>Aoyagi has his hair brushed out of his eyes, though they stare ahead unblinking.
>There's a gag in his mouth, and he's slumped over the same table Kinjou was, pen in hand. In his handwriting. "A sprinter and an ace. Who could be next? Sorry, Junta. <3"
>A shard of vase sticks out of his throat. He suffocated on his own blood.