Saiko No Sutoka Now

Akira pressed his back against the cold wall, his heart hammering. The facility was a labyrinth—classrooms turned into interrogation rooms, a gymnasium filled with defunct medical beds, a library where every book was blank except for the word "MINE" scrawled in red ink across every page.

Akira was the "protagonist" of a world he didn’t choose—a quiet, introverted student who had once only wanted to be left alone with his textbooks and his thoughts. But now, he was trapped in a nightmare that felt disturbingly like a game.

Her name was Yandere-chan—though she preferred Saiko no Sutoka , the Best Friend. She had long, ink-black hair that draped over her hollow eyes like mourning veils. Her school uniform was torn, stained, and her smile never quite reached her gaze. She carried a knife that gleamed under the sterile lights, but she didn't rush. No, that would be too simple. Saiko no sutoka

"You know, Akira-kun," she whispered from the other side of a locked door, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness, "I just wanted to be your number one. Your only one. But you kept talking to other people. Laughing with them. Don't you know? Friends are just enemies who haven't betrayed you yet."

That was the key.

"I'll be watching. But from a distance. Because that's what best friends do... right?"

"I don't want to be your enemy," he continued, his voice steady despite the terror. "But I won't be your prisoner either. A real friend doesn't need chains." Akira pressed his back against the cold wall,

"You... you mean that?" she whispered, her voice so small it barely existed.

Akira nodded. "I mean it."