"According to recent reports, rumors have been surging about the exact cause of his death. Millions and millions of fans are going crazy and heartbroken about the tragic news. Social platforms have been flooding out with this unfortunate news. Just within a few minutes, the hashtag #JusticeforHanaSuzuki was at the top of the hot search list on all social media platforms. His body was found cold hanged upon the ceiling, however, police have no solid evidence to support this fact yet."

"..There's no way he has left us. I don't believe it and I won't be believing it either!"

"I saw this coming from a mile away. I knew we would meet with these misfortunes one day or another. But this soon..? please, return him to us, god!"

"Haters? Are you happy now? Are you satisfied? This is all because of you. I hope you go and die too you #@$$$###****."

Amidst the sudden news, thousands and thousands of debates, and opinions were put on regarding his death. Some simply accepted the reality, while the rest were throwing tantrums about the injustice the deceased held.

"We failed to protect our gems."

"Honestly, being this young he had faced more than enough..he was strong enough to hold up to this point. I admire his courage. I hope he is in a better place now. Rip!!"

From east to west, north to south,..everywhere the news spread like wildfire. It didn't take long enough to break out every hashtag and search list. A major sensation that only comes once in decades.

Sadly, nobody had an idea what would have happened in that closed door of Hana Suzuki room. Behind the curtains, was he choked by somebody else just like the assumptions? Or it was a severe case of depression that pushed him to take his own life? Nobody knew the truth. It's like as if he took every truth, witness, and evidence along with him. At this point, only the heaven knew.

"???"

A pair of shocked eyes seems to look towards the TV. Looking through the dim light coming out of the TV, Shinku Nakamura pupils were instead more or less dead and his body paralyzed as if the news struck him like a rolling thunder. With a face full of a huge disbelief and puzzle, he kept on staring at it in a way as if he was hoping the news reporters to say something true that made sense instead of this fake.

Meanwhile a huge 'Crash' sounded towards the back side of the street.

"How many times have I told you to park your old ragged van beside the road, you DUMBASS MAN?"

Poking out the window of the school bus, the driver shouted from the top of his lungs.

"S-Sorry sir! This time, I won't be taking long. We're just waiting for one child. After he arrives, we will be gone right away.!"

Quickly afterward, the middle man turned his head towards the lady beside him who was sitting along with him in the same front seat and started to curse at her loudly.

"Has your child died or what? It had already been 20 min since he had gone. Didn't you say it will only take a few couple of minutes?"

"..um..He must be coming back. Just a few seconds."

The woman mumbled in a low tone. Hearing the same repetitive answer for a whole 20 min, the man rolled his eyes in disbelief.

"Hah! Seriously.?? Thanks to customers like you, we get a free scold from everyone and a stain of a latecomer tag put in our title. Hah! I'm going crazy."

He punched the handle in frustration as he thought of the situation he was thrown into.

"The payment isn't even handy and on top of that, this odd woman! I won't be surprised to hear if they were being thrown out from the current landlords."

Women,"…"

Meanwhile, on the other side of the alley, Shinku Nakamura who had been traumatized by the news was laid down on the floor, drenched in the warm thick crimson blood of his own.

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"REST IN PEACE"

Somebody, from somewhere..probably one of the fans from the broadcasting channel said from the TV. It was the last word he heard before he took his last breath and his consciousness fell apart.

A brief moment before he closed his eyes, it seemed only a drop of tear from his eyes accompanied him in his end minute, sliding down from the cold, soulless eyelids eventually falling and dispersed in a pool of blood.

"REST IN PEACE"

Once again, that word repeats.