As the hydraulic press slowly lowers down on him, about to kill him, Kokichi Ouma remembers the times before.

The times when he wasn't always the bad guy.

The times when the one he loved most didn't hate him.

When he could lie without being judged.

Joke around without being labelled.

He never loved anyone, never trusted anyone.

But there was one boy that he absolutely adored.

And that boy...

was Shuichi Saihara.

Shuichi was the Ultimate Detective. He solved cases like a teenage Sherlock Holmes. He was kind. He never stepped out of line. Never uttered a single insult to his friends.

Kokichi wasn't like that. Never was. He said nothing but lies, and when he spoke the truth, he made it dramatic.

To hide his feelings.

Kokichi didn't want anyone finding out how he truly felt. That'd be a disaster. Who wants to console the dirty liar who does nothing but crack jokes and play pranks? No one.

But of course that was over. He was about to die, for god's sake! So why did he keep remembering everything?

"You're alone, Kokichi. And you always will be." The words echoed in Kokichi's mind. Shuichi was right, once again. He would expect nothing better from the blue-haired boy.

And yet, even though the detective hated him, Kokichi loved Shuichi. Even though Shuichi would never know that. Even though Shuichi probably loved someone else. Even though Kokichi was alone...

He couldn't help but remember the times when everything was okay.