Saiko No Sutoka -

Yandere-chan stopped. Her head tilted unnaturally to the side. "Akira? Where did you go?" For a moment, her voice cracked—not with rage, but with something fragile. Fear. She was afraid of being alone.

That was the key.

In the sterile white halls of a facility that had no name, a boy named Akira woke up with a splitting headache and no memory of how he got there. The air smelled of rust and antiseptic. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, flickering like dying fireflies. Saiko no sutoka

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. Yandere-chan stopped

And the bravest thing a protagonist can do is say, "I see you. And you don't have to hurt anyone to be loved." Where did you go