That's an insane weapon to trust a young girl with for killing.

[ Nagasone had been in his room with Akane's by the stairs pretending he could sleep. He finished his job early before curfew, cleaned up, and even took a bit of a walk. But like what Yukina figured out with the chainsaw, it makes one hell of a commotion. Especially with the yelling. So, he opened the door a crack when the horrible revving sound dies down, and instead it's talking. It's probably a surprise when they hear a voice down the hall, neutral in tone but loud enough to catch their attention. ]

I figured not being able to sleep meant my fate was sealed. No point in hiding then, huh? Yukina, Light.

[ Whatever compels the victim out during curfew, like he was just a cornered animal in there than actually feeling safe at all, finally has him approach the two. With a surprisingly amount of ease in his steps, he fold his arms and looks at light, then Yukina. Whatever danger there is, he's too tired in the inside to feel it. A shame he couldn't sleep. That chainsaw does gets a stare though. It doesn't take much thought to figure it out. ]

Congrats on the truth though; Craftly only gave me the half-truth about trying to save people.

[ A bitter laugh. ]