"Saiko," he said softly, using the name she had claimed for herself. "I'm not running away."
For a long, suspended moment, the fluorescent lights stopped buzzing. The world held its breath. Yandere-chan's knife clattered to the floor. Her lower lip quivered. Saiko no sutoka
The facility shuddered. The walls cracked. Sunlight—real, golden sunlight—poured through the seams. "Saiko," he said softly, using the name she