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    But it isn’t Akamatsu or Gokuhara or even Saihara who shows up at Ouma’s door. In fact, nobody shows up at Ouma’s door at all. He opens the door himself and steps out into the hallway, a mask hanging from his wrist, and turns around to lock up, when he hears a thud behind him, and then—

    “Ouma?”

    It’s a rich, intense voice that Ouma still hears every night when he dreams. His body aches in two places, his upper arm and his back, and still he turns around, something less like fear and more like hope making his breath hitch. He stares hard at Momota, trying to figure out if he’s real, trying to figure out if they’re in the hangar again, and then a flash of green blocks his vision, and he sees that Momota isn’t alone.

    “Oh!” Amami Rantaro, elusive, distrustful Amami Rantaro, who died in a matter of days after stupidly promising to end a game that was rigged against him, smiles at Ouma like he’s not a murderer.

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    Ouma struggles to find meaning after the game.

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