Justine Briner

Meaningless, meaningless, everything is meaningless.

Well, somebody needs a kick in the balls for this episode.

Footrace or death? Well, I’d die.

Please, someone just shoot Natsuko

Do you like your haircut? Well, do you?

Is that the light at the end of the tunnel… Or the train?

Wishing Naoya rolled a ten-sided die right now…

Things just got dialed up to eleven… in the past.

Hope lays in a ghost town, and the ghosts of friends still haunt the survivor.