Natsuki continued to wrestle with Monika to prevent her from getting back to her gun. Meanwhile, Yuri slowly made her way towards Anon, her fingers tightly wrapped around the hilt of her knife. With every step she took, he took a step backwards, but he was quickly running out of room. Anon frantically searched around, desperate to find anything he could use to defend himself but found nothing within arm's reach.

"If you won't accept my confession…" Yuri's voice was barely louder than a whisper as she finally backed Anon into a corner of his room.

In an instant, Yuri's knife sliced across Anon's throat. Anon's eyes went wide as his hands jumped to his neck, desperate to apply pressure. He choked for air but only found himself gurgling blood. Anon dropped to the floor as he felt his body become colder and colder.

"Yu… ri…" he barely choked out as the last of his strength left him.

Yuri blinked, and looked at the sight before her as if seeing it for the first time: Anon, on the floor, blood oozing out of his mouth and his hands glued to his neck. In Yuri's right hand, a knife. Her knife. With blood coating the blade. The crazed look in her eyes faded in an instant as she shrieked in horror.

"No… no, no, no, no." she shrieked as memories of the past hour flooded back into her mind. She dropped her knife and rushed over to Anon, who's body was already limp.

"A-Anon…" Yuri whimpered, failing to hold back tears, "I… I-I…"

Yuri screeched as she felt a searing pain enter her back.

Monika pulled Yuri's own knife from her flesh.

"You... took him from me." she said coldly.

Yuri screamed as Monika stabbed the knife into her again. "You..."

And again, "Took…"

And again, "Him…"

"FROM ME" Consumed by rage, Monika laid into her purple-haired friend; relentlessly stabbing her vice-president over and over again.

"Why…" Monika continued through tears, "WHY WON'T YOU LET US BE HAPPY?"

After several seconds, Monika finally stopped her frenzy to catch her breath. She looked down in disgust, noticing that Yuri's corpse was lain on top of Anon's. She unceremoniously kicked Yuri to the side and kneeled next to her crush, who's body had long stopped moving.

Monika cupped Anon's face with her hands, not paying attention to the blood now coating her fingers.

"They won't let us be together," she whispered, anger laced in her voice, "they never let us be together." A smile slowly crawled across her face as her voice gained a cheery tone, "But it's okay~, I can reset us. Without them. And we'll be happy forever. Just you. And Just Moni-"

A gunshot rung out, cutting Monika short. She whipped around to see Natsuki, her face stained with tears, clutching Monika's pistol. The shot was wide to Monika's right, and Monika could see Natuski's arms trembling in fear.

Monika sighed as she slowly brought herself to her feet. Natsuki did her best to hold her pistol steady and was quietly begging to whatever deity was listening to not let her miss again.

"You… ruined…" Monika began as she closed her eyes and tightened her grip on Yuri's knife.

Her eyes sprung open as she dashed across the room towards Natsuki, "EVERYTHING".

A shot rang out. Followed by another, and another. Natsuki clenched her eyes closed as she pulled the trigger over and over again. Even when the ammo ran out, she kept squeezing the trigger, hoping against hope that somehow another bullet would leap from the gun. When she pried her eyes open, she recoiled at seeing Monika face-down on the floor, with Yuri's knife gently resting in her open palm. Part of Natsuki thought that maybe she was faking it, but the three bullet holes through Monika's chest and the two through her skull indicated that wasn't the case.

Gasping for breath, Natsuki looked at the scene in front of her: her only three friends in the whole world… killed in an instant. She looked at Monika, her club president, who she was forced to shoot down in self-defense. Her eyes moved to Yuri, her best friend, who seemed to regain her sanity at the very end. And she finally looked at him, the one who gave his life for her.

The one who was dead because of her.

Natsuki dropped the gun to the floor, finally letting loose the tears she had long been trying to fight back, and sobbed.