Unfortunately, in the past six months, he had gained nothing.
"Beep!"
After tapping his card and entering the station, Yoshikage Kira made his way to the platform.
His gaze swept across the nearly empty platform—then stopped on a girl in a white dress.
She had long purple-black hair flowing naturally down her back, with small braided strands tied on both sides of her cheeks. She looked very cute.
And most, most, most importantly—
She had a pair of hands.
A pair of fair, delicate hands that Kira didn't even know how to describe—but just one glance was enough to make him aroused.
With almost a single look, Kira concluded she was here to commit suicide.
Because if she were just a student taking the late train after part-time work, she wouldn't have deliberately changed into a different outfit. Only girls intending to kill themselves would change into their favorite clothes beforehand.
So tonight—
He would finally obtain the perfect girlfriend of his dreams.
"Ah…"
His brain trembled slightly. His body trembled with excitement.
Afraid of startling her, he approached slowly and silently.
In the distance, the loud rumble of the train grew closer. Blinding headlights became visible.
But it wasn't time yet.
Those truly determined to die would jump at the very last second—so the train wouldn't slow down in advance, and rescuers wouldn't have time to react.
So Kira wasn't worried—
The moment that thought formed, his eyelids twitched violently.
The purple-black-haired girl jumped.
The train hadn't even arrived yet.
Eyes closed, she leapt early.
Perhaps it was her first time and she lacked "experience."
Whatever the reason, it completely disrupted Kira's plan.
He panicked.
Without hesitation, he jumped down after her.
He absolutely could not watch those hands disappear before his eyes.
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Chapter 4 – How Can You Go Back on Your Word?
Shimazaki Yuna closed her eyes and jumped.
She landed poorly—her right foot twisted painfully on the rail, and she fell sitting down.
The pain forced her to open her eyes.
Blinding headlights.
A massive steel machine rushing toward her.
The train horn roared. Fear of death awakened her survival instinct.
But when she tried to move, sharp pain shot through her ankle.
She couldn't move.
She could only watch the train approach.
"Maybe… this is fine."
She gave up struggling, a bitter smile forming.
After all, she had no attachments left in this world.
No one needed her.
Suddenly—
Her vision blurred.
The world spun.
A blond-haired boy appeared before her, lifted her with both hands, and hurled her upward.
Thud!
She crashed onto the platform, her body aching.
Ignoring the pain, she looked down at the tracks.
The blond boy stood below.
Then—
The train arrived.
And swallowed him whole.
"No! Don't!"
She reached out helplessly.
She saw nothing but the roaring train.
"Why… why would you save someone like me? I didn't even…"
She sobbed uncontrollably.
She had only wanted to die quietly.
To inconvenience no one.
Why had someone sacrificed himself for her?
"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…"
Then—
"Yakamashii!" ("Shut up!")
An impatient shout came from the tracks.
She looked down—
The blond boy climbed back onto the platform, staring at her irritably.
"You're… not dead…"
She couldn't believe it.
But there was no blood on the tracks.
No corpse.
Because at the last moment, Kira had slipped into the narrow safety gap between the train and platform wall—common in many Japanese stations.
Before jumping, he had also planted his Third Bomb on the girl.
If anything went wrong, he could activate Bites the Dust.
Fortunately, he didn't need to.
He survived.
And his dream girl—
He looked at her hands.
They were slightly scraped and stained with red.
His heart ached.
That perfect creation—blemished.
Unacceptable.
He almost activated Bites the Dust—
But suddenly she threw herself into his arms.
"I'm sorry… but I'm so glad… you're alive…"
Her hands were touching him.
His lower instincts won.
He chose to enjoy the moment.
But this wasn't enough.
Temporary pleasure wasn't what he wanted.
He wanted permanence.
Calmly, he said:
"You wanted to kill yourself, right? I can help you—"
"No!"
She shook her head desperately.
"I won't do it again! I'm sorry!"
Kira fell silent.
His brain lagged.
His plan had been simple—
Help her die painlessly with Killer Queen.
One second. No pain.
All she needed to give in return—
Those beautiful hands.
But now she didn't want to die.
He analyzed her mental state.
Loneliness. Lack of love. Rejection. Bullying.
When someone saves you at your lowest point—
You suddenly feel important.
She felt needed.
She found hope.
"What's your name?"
"Shimazaki… Shimazaki Yuna…"
She looked at him with fragile hope.
"What can you do?"
"I… I can draw. I can paint."
Though she was saved, consequences remained.
The train driver would report seeing someone on the tracks.
Staff would check.
Police might get involved.
Media coverage.
Attention.
That was unacceptable.
Kira wanted a peaceful life.
So he left the station quickly before staff arrived.
Without evidence, they might suppress the incident.
No body. No blood.
The driver might assume he imagined it.
As for cameras?
Not a concern.
Japanese subways rarely had surveillance or security checks. Dangerous items could easily be brought onboard. It was one reason subway attacks occurred so frequently.
Outside the station—
Kira turned his phone screen toward the limping girl beside him.
"Can you still walk?"
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