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You watch the scene pass by you. A once daunting sunset is now a beautiful sunrise. The ship passes above you, feeling almost like a huge whale in the sky.. The pods start to rumble, struggling to find a good landing spot. It gives a warning, saying something along the lines of "Potentially rough landing imminent. Please tighten your safety buckles. The pods land, and thankfully everything was safe. And everyone was together. You all exit the pods, and stare off. The ship is the only thing blocking your view.

Sketches and color done by @allyssinian, lineart by @talentlessartblog Epilogue illustration (final image) done by qosic on tumblr and twitter x x

Final words written by their muns; @guitarasaurus-rex , @shslchemicalx, @lucitous, @jullya-senpai, @tsoi-sauce

T a k u m a M i t s u k u r i

“Y-you're the only thing r-really keeping me going..."

"I... I don't want... I can't lose you... I-I love you... Please don't leave me alone..."

Tears stained his face. His stomach contorted violently, twisting and turning, anxiety flooding his being. Was this the end? Was it a new beginning? It didn’t matter to him. Not now. In time, maybe. But now? Now all he felt was despair, sadness… anger…

He’d need time. Time to recover, time to compose himself, time to… move on? could he move on? Would he ever? He didn’t know. He wouldn’t know for a while.

...Chiyo dedicated her life to saving this earth… this broken, distorted earth… Broken and distorted… just like him… He wouldn’t recover quickly, and it was almost certain the wounds he’d received would never fully heal… but… when the pain eased… he would do everything he could to realize her dream. He couldn’t let her efforts be for nought. He’d fix this broken planet, piece by piece… And when it was all over? He’d maintain it... do his best to bring peace to everyone… And then he’d see Chiyo again… He’d tell her he loved her… And they could be together.

All that would come… He’d make sure it did… But, for now, he just grieved.

D m i t r i C i e r z o n

"...." Everyone was being emotionally wrecked, and here he was, not emotionally wrecked. He really was different, it seemed. Even though everything was both a lie and a truth.

How.... Strange.

He walked over to Leon, sliding his hand into the Dollmaker's own. Calluses... Not from fighting, it seemed. But these were the same hands that had supported him on the ship, even though he had lied again and again, and made questionable decisions one after another.

... This, at least, was real. Even if he couldn't trust anything else, he could trust at least this -- them.

L e o n h a r d V o g e l

Leon blinks and glances down to see Dmitri holding his hand in his, staring out at the wreckage from where they had been mere minutes ago. He parts his lips to say something, though he can't find the words. He had trusted Dmitri, trusted his judgement, and it had all worked out. Maybe not as smoothly as they had all hoped, but they're here. They're here and alive.

With no words to say, his lips slide shut along with his eyelashes. He presses a kiss to his forehead. Hopefully that will express his feelings well enough. He had always found it strange how emotions could be expressed so easily for him through touch. He wanted to convey his affection, his relief, but most of all? His hope for the future.

The end of one story is the beginning of another, and he sincerely hopes they can turn this bittersweet moment into something beautiful. After a few moments, he pulls away and turns his head to look back at the horizon. Not at the airship, but beyond. To the trees and skyline, the chittering birds overhead. It would be up to them to maintain this beautiful world, and he can't say he's too ready for it, unknowing of what that may entail , but he finds himself eager to begin.

R u n a K n i g h t l y

‘What do we do now?’

"..." Runa... leans her head on Seojun's shoulder, she watches the light of the sun through the filter of the smoke. "...Who's to say... maybe find other people, rehabilitate back into the world's current society... I just," She lifts her head, "I just want to stay close to everyone for the time being..."

J o s e f i n a D e B e l a s c o

Fina stared at the scene in front of her. It was all so intense. So surreal. They made it out. All the people they lost. All the truths they gained. It all came to her in a wave of emotions. So much was going through her head right now. She sat down on the ground and let out a long sigh. "Oh fuck... We actually did it. We made it."

S e o j u n T s o i

Fifty days. They were trapped for fifty days on the airship known as the Queen Rose, with the conditions of being involved in a horrendous killing game. Blood, sweat, and tears were shed almost every single day. There was an atrocious amount of despondency throughout the entire “trip” they had gone through together. As the blaring alarms were ringing in his head even now, Seojun found himself recollecting everything that had happened for him. Not just in those fifty days, no. What happened overall in the seventy six days that he had been trapped in his two killing games. What had happened in the past two and a half months for him was an absolute nightmare.

Day one. He woke up in the anteroom with seventeen students other than himself, and he found himself forced into a killing game under the treacherous duo of Gekumi and Torimi. From the first week in, he found something that was quite odd: Gekumi seemed to take more of the hate, but Torimi seemed to take more of the power instead. It was something that the supposed Internet Troll had found to be quite the oddity. Weren’t they working together? He didn’t say anything about it, however. He had to keep himself together. He had to. Everyone around him was panicking like wild animals, so he couldn’t be seen doing the same. He had to be that one guiding light to everyone.

Day six. That’s when he witnessed his first execution. Karou was torn apart viciously, and Seojun had to see their demise firsthand. It was absolutely dreadful, but he had to keep going. And so, he did. The second murder passed, as did the second execution. He would soon find out about his loved ones being captive, about Ae-Joung being captive. Seojun initially freaked out; he had freaked out when he saw his “sister” inside those bondages of rope, and the blindfold over her eyes. She was scared of the dark, and in a way, so was he. He was afraid of the darkness surrounding him, but he had to stay strong, and keep smiling. He had to be that one guiding light to Ayaka.

Ayaka.

”C’mon, Junie! Think positive. Things are going to be okay, alright? Trust me, I promise.”

She seemed to be just like his sister. His sister, who had saved his life from his own hands. The sixteen year old girl wasn’t one he fell in love with, but she was someone that he had grown to wanting to protect. He had wanted to protect her, because someone just like her had done the same for him. At least, that’s what he remembered. The girl was innocent, and he wanted to protect someone that felt like a sister to him. She was so, so devastated when Karou died. When Karou was the one who had taken the knife, and stabbed Varian in the back. She was so devastated, and the girl with the round glasses had went to Seojun for comfort. Seojun ended up doing the worst thing imaginable though, and he witnessed Antonio killing another poor, innocent girl named Hitomi Kurusaki. Instead of dying himself, he took it upon his own hands to strike...and he killed the man.

Day twenty six. That’s when the trial of Antonio de Sabatini and Hitomi Kurusaki occured. That’s when everyone managed to pin it on Raphael Bernard, the Super High School Level Archer. That’s when everyone managed to get it wrong, and vote for the wrong person. That’s when Seojun Tsoi had managed to get away with murder, much to his dismay. He...He didn’t want to see Ayaka with that look of betrayal on her face. He didn’t want to see her getting executed horrifically, but here he was, forced to watch all of his shipmates die in gruesome, grotesque fashions. The sickly green gecko bot was controlled by someone amongst his rankings, but because he had killed another person, Seojun would never know who went through the same fate that he had gone through. He’d never know who the second mastermind really was.

Day twenty seven. That’s when he woke up in the anteroom for a second time, much to his dismay. This time, there were eighteen others around him. Eigteen people who didn’t know what the hell was going on, or why they were here. Seojun knew, though - he knew exactly why they were here, and he knew exactly why he was here. He was here to scounge out for the mastermind, who was amongst all of them. One of these eighteen students was the mastermind behind his own killing game, and it was his mission to find out who it was. However, as he went along, things steered into different directions. There was the day where he made his friendship with Leon a thing. There was the day where he roasted Manobu alongside Dmitri, with Raiden at their side too. There was the day where he promised to keep Izaya safe, there was the day where he decided to help Cici feel like the princess she always wanted to be. There was the day of theTruth or Dare game. There was the day of the King’s Game. There was the day where he fell in love with Runa Knightly. Every day made up this path; every day led up to this moment.

Then, they reached to today. Day seventy six. The day where they discovered who Sanae Oshiro’s daughter, and heiress of the company behind the purifying machines really was. The day where they found out that Chiyo Oshiro was the mastermind and first degree murderer of tens, hell, hundreds of people. Maybe even thousands, if you count those outside of killing games. This was the day where they achieved something that she despised, that the rest of the world didn’t see could happen. This was the day where they would restore a concept to planet Earth as they knew it. As Seojun turned to the five before him, he found himself embracing the tears that were streaking down his cheeks, and looking onto everyone before him.

Josefina de Belasco. The tallest person on the ship, but regardless, she was simply a gentle giant that had hopes for the future. She was innocent, but not pure-hearted either. She was timid at times as well, and even more so humbling, but nevertheless, she never backed down in her beliefs. She put her heart into everything she did, and only wanted the best for everyone else.

Takuma Mitsukuri. A man who was in shambles, broken down, and beaten with despair. A man who made himself out to be someone that was slightly confident, but more or less snarky. A man that was more than meets the eye. Seojun knew he didn’t get along with him at first, but as they were trapped with each other for quite a few days, he had grown to see that he was almost like him, in a way. He wanted to protect, and he wanted to feel validated by those around him.

Dmitri Cierzon. Cool, mysterious, aloof at times even. Hardly did he ever see the man lash out at anyone around him with a raised voice. Sure, he may have stabbed a man, but he believed it was for the better, with morals or not. He was blunt, but he was honest. He was an honest man, and even then, he was underestimated. Pastry Chef, Spy...whatever he may have been by now, he was still Dmitri. A boy who loved headpats, sweets, and kicking ass.

Leonhard Vogel. He stepped up to the plate when no one else would. He spoke up when everyone else stayed silent. He did his best to protect everyone around him, despite his conditions, despite his mental state. He put a lot of people before his own needs, and he just wanted to make everyone happy. He was a damaged man, but he was not broken, and Seojun knew that this man could heal with time, with people by his side. He would consider him to be one of his closest friends.

Then, there was Runa Knightly. She was his sunshine, as he was her Hairpins. If there was one promise he was able to keep, it’s that he was able to protect her. He was able to protect her, throughout all of this madness and despair. He was able to protect this beautiful girl, someone who wasn’t perfect, but still magnificent in her own ways. She wants to improve on herself. She is determined, and doesn’t give up, no matter what the price may pay for her. The blonde truly loved this woman, inside and out.

Seojun Tsoi faced everyone once again, and silently, a smile came to his lips. “...Regardless...we did it, huh? We...made it out.” He looks overhead, to meet his gaze with the bright and radiant sun shining over the horizon. “...We’re...going to start a changing process. This isn’t...the end, that I can tell. This is only the beginning of something new. A new future, not just for us...for us all. We’re finally going to have it. We’re going to unlock something that should’ve been given a long, long time ago.” As the blonde took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly, he found the word that he had wished to utter for so long. They finally have it now.

“Freedom.”

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