The 5th floor of the prison was a desolate place, home to only 13 inmates, including myself, Casimir Clarimond. I had long since given up on life, resigning myself to a existence of suffering and pain. But something had changed. A spark of defiance had ignited within me, and I was determined to see it through.
As I emerged from my cell, I was met with the gaze of my fellow inmates. They seemed to be waiting for me, their eyes fixed on me with an unspoken understanding. Without a word, they fell into step behind me, following me as we set out to destroy the prison.
Daiki, the talkative bastard, was among them. He was a peculiar individual, with a mop of messy brown hair and a grin that seemed to be permanently etched on his face. Despite his affable demeanor, there was something unsettling about him, something that hinted at a darker nature lurking beneath the surface.
As we moved through the 5th floor, we encountered the guards who had been tasked with keeping us contained. They were poorly trained and ill-equipped to deal with the likes of us. Daiki, in particular, proved to be a formidable opponent, taking down the guards with a swift efficiency that belied his talkative nature.
We killed and killed, our actions fueled by a desire for freedom and a need for revenge. The guards were no match for us, and we cut through them like a hot knife through butter. As we reached the exit door, I knew that we had to be careful. The door was unbreakable, and I didn't want to draw unnecessary attention to ourselves.
That's when I spotted the "ability diffuser" cuffs on our legs. They were designed to suppress our supernatural abilities, leaving us with only our human strength. But I knew that there was a simpler solution than destruction. I grabbed one of the dead guards and used his bloody hand to swipe the security card, unlocking the door.
The big guy, Jake, questioned my methods, but Daiki simply watched, analyzing my every move. When the first guard opened the door, I took him down quickly, my actions a blur of speed and violence. The second guard met a similar fate, his throat pierced by a plastic fork.
The whole ordeal was over in less than 3 seconds. The other inmates stared at me in shock, their eyes wide with fear and admiration. Daiki, however, simply grinned, his eyes glinting with excitement.
"Did that answer your question?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Jake was left staring, terrified, while Daiki picked up the gun, his eyes never leaving mine. "Hey, gloomy, don't move too far by yourself," he said, his voice laced with a sinister tone. "And hopefully, you didn't forget the name of this lively, handsome, analyzing villain of all time. It's Daiki."
He paused, waiting for a reaction. When I didn't respond, he continued, his words flowing like a river. "Come on, talk a little. It'll brighten up your mood... Damn, you really are gloomy, huh!?"
Daiki was a talker, someone who seemed friendly and affable on the surface but was, in reality, a killing machine hidden in human clothing. He was the third monster I had encountered in this prison, and I knew that there were many more lurking in the shadows.
As we prepared to move on to the 4th floor, I couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead. The true plan was about to begin, and I was ready to face whatever challenges came our way.