junko's now dead body fell to the floor, blood spilling everywhere. it seeped underneath the couch and towards komaeda, the warm, sticky liquid getting stuck to his clothes.

"shes..."

mukuro had a blush covering her face as she smiled contently. "i'm glad she could finally be put at rest. she was getting out of hand, you know? she wanted to enslave the world in despair, she was dangerous."

komaeda couldn't believe he had just killed someone. i'm going to jail, i'm going to be put in jail, i'm a murderer, i'm a cold-blooded killer, i'm a...

"don't worry about jail," mukuro said softly. "we trespassed onto your territory. you have the right."

komaeda heard sirens coming down his road. he let a sob leave his mouth.

junko died.