Ever since I 'entered' this damn contest, I kept to the shadows, trying to keep cool in this life-or-death scenario. But as I sulked through the dark corners of the blasted compound, there was always something that made me look back. Fragments of sound. Footsteps(?), breathing(?), but that wasn't even the worst of it.
There was always this laugh [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R_I7yYgBeUA] mocking me with every single step.
Was I going mad? It was getting to the point where I was beginning to think that being locked in a building with a murderer and nowhere to run wasn't so bad. I'd escaped Kira's knife a few times, after all. However, it was far from cockiness, just the false security of the coward.
'Lay low and survive, it'll just be like a game of hide-and-seek. You're pretty good at that, right?
Then of course that haunting laugh ruined everything. Even its echo sent shivers up my spine.
I was running in circles, panicked. I wanted out of this damn game, well, I wanted to leave this game alive. For a death game, the host acted so cheery. Of course, the audience ate up it. But there wasn't any time to think about that, I suspected Kira was after me. Round and round we both went, chasing each other like we were on some twisted carousel.
"Ahahahaha... Ahahahaha..."
That laugh again, had I imagined it? Was it the product of my paranoid mind? Last time I was trapped in an all-too-cheery deathtrap, my friends had been convinced that I was losing it. Getting all hot and bothered over a damn baby. But I had been right then, yeah? However, this time I was all alone and doubt was being to creep in.
My Stand was useless in Death 13's dream world and it was the same here, somehow. Was the host of Shiriaru Kira a Stand User?
No time to dwell on such things. I decided to rush into a room and slam the door shut. Didn't stop the blood-curdling laughter from entering my ears. The room appeared to be some kind of bathroom, with a smiley face etched into the mirror. I decided to wash my face with cold water, get my senses together.
Big mistake.
As soon as I looked up, I saw part of a figure behind my own features in the mirror. There was no time to turn around as my reflection (and the mirror) was cracked by the way of a lead pipe to the skull. Blood ran down the sink's plughole as my sense dimmed. The last thing I heard was that damn laugh again, then nothing.
At least the smiley face had a nose now. Good for him.