Chapter 6,5
Fuuta was convinced now that his brother was a prisoner in Milgram, it being on his mind all day since they spoke to his teammates.
He thanked god that Mikoto wasn't there to bug him about random stuff at that moment, when suddenly, he heard some tapping on the window behind him.
He was on the 6th floor, but his concern for whoever was tapping on his window left his body when he saw Mikoto.
"What the fuck"
"Open the window, Fuuta!"
Fuuta quickly got up and opened the window, his newly washed bed covers being immediately dirtied by Mikoto and whatever was under his shoes.
"Ah, sorry about that."
"What the hell were you doing?!"
Mikoto shrugged.
"But from outside the window, you seemed pretty down, what's up, man?"
Fuuta sighed.
"I need some coffee before I tell you."
After Fuuta made himself some coffee, he sat in front of Mikoto at the kitchen table.
"So. I'm sure you remember Milgram."
"Of course."
Fuuta continued.
"Well, to not go into much detail, I'm convinced someone I know is there. And, I don't exactly know what to do."
"...Have you talked about this with anyone but me?"
Fuuta shook his head.
"No, I can't tell my sister or his friends that he's killed a person. Or more."
Mikoto thought it out for a bit, before speaking again.
"What about Es?"
"...Es? Why would I talk about this with Es, are you out of your mind?"
"They were the prison's warden, if you have to ask something about Milgram, they're your best bet."
Fuuta pointed at his patched eye.
"Well, I look like modern day Jack Sparrow because of them."
Mikoto laughed.
"That was Kotoko."
"Do I have to remind you who forgave her and not me in the first trial? Es."
Mikoto sighed.
"Look, I get you're pissed about your eye still, but you're here now and with the possibility to ask them something out of an interrogation or prison. I'd say you reach out to them"
Mikoto suggested, then grabbed a bat on the floor and shattered Fuuta's window.
"... Why are you like this… I could've opened the front door for you…"
"I don't really know, you owe me a McDonald's meal now, by the way."
Fuuta watched as Mikoto threw himself out the window, yelling.
"BYEeeeeee!!"
Fuuta hesitated before ringing the doorbell.
But finally, he did, being met Es, who he admitted still held a grudge against.
"Fuuta?"
Fuuta could tell Es was some sort of millionaire just by the fact that their house was huge, they had a corgi on their hands and their door looked more expensive than Fuuta's entire apartment building.
"How are you doing? Come inside."
"...Hey what- are you-"
Es opened the door fully, signaling Fuuta to go into the house.
A couple minutes later…
"So, what's going on, Fuuta? I thought you were still pissed about what happened in-"
"I'll go straight to the point, your rich person's house is creeping me out."
Es looked at him, waiting for him to start talking.
"I think my brother might be stuck in Milgram."
"Ah, shit. Fuuta… Why did you come to me for this? I'm not the warden anymore."
Es picked up their dog.
"I wasn't planning to, Mikoto said it was a good idea before he smashed my window and threw himself into it."
Fuuta explained, thinking about how he should've gotten stronger windows a long time ago.
"Sounds about right. Has this brother of yours ever killed someone?"
"I don't know, that's the thing. But he's gone missing with nine other people and so my only thought is Milgram."
"How do you know he went missing with other people?"
Es asked, putting the dog back on the floor.
"My brother's friends counted how many people had gone missing, and, surprise! Ten missing, ten prisoners."
Es sighed again.
"And have you told them this?"
"Do you think I need more of that godforsaken prison in my life, Es? I almost lost my eye because of it."
"Then… Tell them and run, I guess.
I really don't know what to tell you, Fuuta."
Fuuta stood up, and so did Es.
"Well, then… I'll think about it."
Es hummed while opening their front door, letting Fuuta out of the house.
"Remember you don't have to follow my advice, I'm not a warden anymore. Just a teenager. Bye, Fuuta."
Fuuta didn't even say anything back.
Es shut the door.