Despair's Last Resort: Part Fourty

Chapter 5 - Fear Of Falling Apart - Daily Life II

It's been a few weeks now since the Future Foundation rescued us. They've mostly been doing health checks and asking about what happened to us. And checking to make sure we're the real deal. I guess they didn't expect to find any more students from Hope's Peak Academy. They've mentioned another group of students they found some time ago, but we don't know anything about them. They won't tell us anything. The only reason I know is because I overheard them. Hell, they won't even tell us why we've been brought here! I'm sure they have their reasons, and are waiting for the right time to tell us, but I hate being left in the dark.

There is one thing I do know, and it's that the survivors from the School Life of Mutual Killing work for them. Some of them have even come to check up on us and make sure we're okay. It's nice to see some familiar faces here, even if some of them are the students I didn't really talk to. Not all of us are happy though. A few of us look at them and remember the horrible things we saw on TV. I guess I can't blame them, it's not something you could easily get over. But it's not their fault everything turned out the way it did.

I hear that the others just came back, looks like they were doing business somewhere called Jabberwock Island. I've heard that name before, but I'm having trouble placing it. I wonder what they were doing there? Maybe I can ask ****** when I see him, he was the ringleader behind all this after all.

Another thing I can't help hearing these people talk about is something called the *** World Pro**** and how they're thinking of ***********in*********. Not sure what all that is about, but it might have something to do with-

A knock on the door startled Takara, making her realize it was morning. She was up all night again. She really needed to stop doing that. Not bothering to get changed, she put the journal away and walked to the door. She opened it, finding Satoshi standing outside.

"Oh good, you're awake!" he said. "We were starting to get worried since you hadn't shown up for breakfast, so I came to check up on you and make sure you were okay."

"Sorry, I lost track of time. I didn't even know what time it was." Takara said as she scratched her cheek. She stepped out of her room, walking alongside the archaeologist as they made their way to the restaurant.

"So did you find what you're looking for?" Satoshi asked.

"No, not yet." Takara said. "It's not always easy to find the information you're looking for. Sometimes you have to go to crazy lengths to get what you need."

"I'm safe in assuming that you've gone to those lengths before?" Satoshi asked.

"Oh yes." Takara answered. "I want to now. After all, I can't hide my journalist instincts." They walked into the restaurant, finding everyone else waiting there. She could see Masaru breathe a sigh of relief upon seeing them enter. Kumiko jumped out of her chair and ran towards the journalist, hugging her as tight as she could.

"Karins is okay!" she said. "I knew she'd be alright!"

"Then why are you hugging her out of relief?" Ryouta asked.

"None of your beeswax!" Kumiko said, glancing over at the florist as she stuck out her tongue and pulled on her eyelid.

"Yeah, yeah, enough fun an' games, we got some shit ta talk 'bout." Kazumi said. Everyone turned to look over at her. She motioned for them all to come over, taking a glance at the camera. It was something Monokuma shouldn't be allowed to hear. The other six walked over to her table and took a seat, leaning in closer so she could whisper to them. "Dat stolen shit of the bear's. He said we all got some. I say we should all look over it togetha', somewhere he can't hear us."

"But where can we go to do that?" Masaru whispered.

"The hot spring." Takara said. Everyone turned their attention towards her. "It's the only place we can go where Monokuma won't be able to watch us. All we have to do is go there under the pretense of taking a relaxing soak, while bringing all of our items with us. We can look over everything together, maybe we even piece together some things that we couldn't on our own."

"That sounds like a good idea." Miyako said. "Even though the information can't join us for a bath."

"We're not gonna be bathing, that's just what we want Teddie to think we're doing!" Kumiko said.

"So when're we gonna do it?" Ryouta asked.

"I say we do it this afternoon." Takara said. "If we do it now and go get out things, he'll get suspicious."

"This afternoon then. Got it." Satoshi said.

"Remember, bring everything you have. Not just files, but anything else that seems strange that's appeared in your room. Things like notebooks, journals, anything. Whatever you have must be of importance." Takara said.

"Also, even I don' think I need ta say it but I'm gonna anyway, don' let 'im see ya take yer stuff wit'cha." Kazumi said. "Try ta stuff it somewhere. Even yer own clothes if ya gotta. A lotta ya got jackets, hide 'em dere or somethin'. I don' care, so long as ya get everythin' dere."

"We should probably split up now." Masaru said. "He'll probably get suspicious seeing us huddled like this together." Everyone nodded their heads and broke away.

"Alright! Party at the hot springs!" Kumiko shouted, raising her fists in the air. Of course, she was trying to make things convincing.

"I haven't gone to a hot springs with anyone in a long time." Ryouta said. "None of you better try to do anything while I'm venerable!"

"Chillax dude, ain't no one here who's gonna stab ya while yer wet an' naked." Kazumi said.

"Oh yeah, Takara you wanted us to tell you about everything we discovered yesterday didn't you?" Masaru asked.

"Yeah, I did." Takara said.

"In that case, why don't we talk about it over some breakfast?" Satoshi asked. "Let me tell you, I'm pretty hungry."

The rest of breakfast was spent going over what they discovered yesterday. Everything that she found was all they got. But nothing was useful for their escape. There were a few suggestions to try using the things in the obstacle course, but it was shot down almost instantly. That was the last district too. They had no where else to go. Unless something was waiting on the last floor of the hotel, then there was nothing they could do. And she wasn't about to go and have two more people die just to get there. She was surprised though. After what happened last night she thought trust would be strained between them. At the very least, she'd think Ryouta would be trying to avoid them again. But then again, some people were better at hiding their emotions than others.

When breakfast was finished, they all went their separate ways. Takara made a stop at her room, if she was grabbing those files she was doing it now. She looked around her room. She really had a lot of information, not only from these things showing up in her room but from getting files from some of their dead students. She placed her bag down on the desk, opening it up so she could put everything inside. She grabbed the journal first, it was what held the most clues after all. Then she took the sketchbook that once belonged to Shizuka. This probably didn't hold many clues, but it was worth grabbing since it still counted. Next, she grabbed the files. The one on the School Life of Mutual Killing, the Most Despair Inducing Incident, the School Memories, the Student Profiles, and the one she hadn't read yet. She took a quick glance at the name of it: "The Future Foundation".

That was the name of the group she saw in the journal! This was the group who rescued them! Would this tell her what they did with them? She shook her head, now wasn't the time to think about that. She'd find out with the rest of the students together. Finally, she picked up the profiles of the two missing students. Saemi Sasagawa and Shuuya Kuronaga. She remembered what she had read in the journal earlier, if she understood it correctly then one of them was still alive. But the other was most likely dead. Who could it be though? And where were they? She placed everything in her bag and walked out the door. She should take the time she had to hang out with someone.

She made her way to the lobby and out the door, taking the far right path towards the new district. Standing near the Laser Tag building was Kazumi. She walked over to the vocalist. "Hey Kazumi, you wanna talk or something?" she asked.

"Sure, why not. I ain't got nothin' betta' ta do right now." Kazumi said with a shrug of her shoulders. "Wha'chu wanna talk 'bout?"

"Well, tell me how you became a vocalist." Takara said. "How did someone like you get into the music business?"

"What, ya wanna hear dat story?" Kazumi asked. "Well I guess it don' hurt ta tell ya. Okay, so ya know 'bout Culture festivals right?" Takara nodded her head. Of course she knew of Culture festivals, every school had one! "Okay, good, dat means I got less ta explain! Anyway, two years ago da music club came ta me beggin' for a favor. Da lead singer got sick an' couldn' perform for da festival. Dey knew I could sing, so dey asked me ta fill in for 'em. Obviously, I said yes! So I spent da past few days memorizin' lyrics an' practicin' with 'em. It didn' take dat long for me ta get everythin' down.

"So obviously, da festival happens an' I go up on stage ta sing. People loved us! Dere were a shit ton of cheers! So after dat's all done, I try ta head back ta my class so I can help dem out. Den dis guy shows up sayin' he's been lookin' for this new sound an' I'm jus' what he wants. He offers me a chance ta be famous an' make a fuck load of cash. So I said why da fuck not, I'll do it! An' from dat moment on, Kazumi Katsuya was in da spotlight!"

"Wow, that's an interesting story." Takara said. "You're pretty lucky for someone to discover you like that."

"Yeah, I guess so." Kazumi said. "So what 'bout you? How'd ya become a top-notch journalist?"

"You really want to know my story?" Takara asked, pointing at herself. She never had anyone ask about her past before.

"Fuck yeah I do!" Kazumi said. "I told ya mine, so it's only fair dat I know yers!"

That seemed fair. "My story isn't as good as yours, but I can tell you." she said. "You see, I've always felt the world of journalism has been flawed. There's just too many rumors and lies made to get viewers and readers. I was tired of that. Journalists shouldn't care about how many people read their stories so long as they tell all the facts. So I wanted to change that. I joined the newspaper club in middle school with the idea that I'd get out nothing but the truth. I didn't listen to rumors or make anything up, I just printed the honest truth. I did research for my stories and got angles from all sides to make sure I wasn't being biased either. And as it turned out, people loved my articles. Not only were fellow students reading the paper, but some of the teachers would pick up copies as well. I think I even saw students from other schools pick up the paper. I guess someone showed it to their parents or something, because the next thing I know I'm getting a call from the local newspaper to write an article.

"And it just kept going from there. Other newspapers, magazines, even news websites were asking me to write for them. I figured it was my chance and accepted each offer. Of course, I still tried to do my best for the school paper, I couldn't abandon them. Until we went to high school and started going to different schools. But by that point I was writing for a lot of different people anyway. And that's all there is to it."

"Dat ain't a bad story, it's jus' as cool as mine." Kazumi said.

"Seriously? I thought you'd find it boring." Takara said.

"Nah, I like learnin' how people made it ta where dey are." Kazumi said. "An' considerin' we're all from Hope's Peak, we all gotta have some interestin' stories 'bout how we got our talents. Hell, even Kitagawa must've had a damn good story about how he became a composer. Dat ain't da sorta thing ya jus' happen ta find yerself doin'."

"I guess you're right." Takara said. Everyone did have their own stories. It was a shame that she couldn't learn about the stories of their departed friends. But there was no point in grieving over what she missed the chance to do, now was the time to learn about the people she still could see. Their stories were bound to leave a mark, just as Kazumi's did. Feeling satisfied with the conversation, she walked away and returned to her room.

Entering the room, she glanced at the clock next to her bed. It was already 1 p.m. Everyone was probably gathering at the hot springs by now. Before she left, she grabbed a small bag of chips and a can of cola, taking the time to have a brief snack. She took one last look around the room, making sure she had packed everything she had. Feeling confident, she stepped out and walked towards the health district. Here she was again, making her way to the hot springs to discuss the strange items that had appeared out of nowhere. Only this time, it was a more important matter.

Going inside, she found the others all standing around waiting for her. "What took you so long, Takara? Reporting your little meeting to Monokuma?" Ryouta asked, a bundeled up towel in his hands that obviously came from his room.

"Shut up, Hoshino. Or I'll give ya a new black eye." Kazumi said, punching her fist into her palm. Ryouta instantly shut up, and even jumped in fear as he inched away from the vocalist. The black eye Ayame had given him was finally gone, so it made sense that he wanted to avoid having another one so soon.

"Anyway, let's not stall for time." Satoshi said. "Let's take out all the things we have so we can discuss." The others silently agreed as they took out their files and items. Some people had just tried to hide them in their clothes, while others had used more creative means to sneak them over. Ryouta opened up the towel to reveal a file and a book like object, while Masaru had brought everything in a bucket and covered it with a spare change of clothes. Takara of course took everything out of her bag. Soon, files and old books were spread out on the floor, everyone making a circle around them.

"It looks like we each have something." Masaru said, glancing over everything scattered in front of them.

"Hold on, how come Takara has so many of them?!" Ryouta asked, pointing a shaky finger at the journalist. "You must be the thief, aren't you?!"

"Hoshino, I'm pretty sure I told ya ta shut the everlovin' fuck up!" Kazumi said.

"Some of these just showed up in my room as normal, but others I got from our dead friends." Takara explained. "I found the files in their rooms during investigations, and one of them was given to me. So I'd appreciate it if you didn't accuse me of being the thief!"

"So what do all these things have in common?" Kumiko asked, tapping her finger against her cheek. "Is this some sort of puzzle?"

"I think we should just go over these slowly. Then you'll see how they connect." Takara said. "We should start with the book items first." She pushed the journal and Shizuka's sketchbook forward into the center. Kazumi followed by pushing in the notebook. They were soon joined by a second notebook from Ryouta, a reminder book from Miyako, and a book with a piece of tape on it that said "Recipes" from Masaru. Satoshi and Kumiko didn't have any books, so they just sat there in silence.

"So this is everything." Miyako said.

"If I'm assuming correctly, all of these items are older looking copies of stuff we brought with us. But they have handwriting of ours in them, and we clearly don't remember writing in them." Masaru said.

"Right on da money, Nishioka." Kazumi said. "When dese things started showin' up in our rooms, Tsukuka, Shizuka an' I came here an' talked about 'em. We figured out dat dey all connect to da missin' memories of ours. Or most of us as da case may be."

"And if I had to guess, either around halfway through or near the end of these books, the content gets strange and makes no sense?" Takara asked the others. Everyone nodded their heads.

"I kept this as a document for the plants I raise, but it suddenly got all weird and was talking about this 'Super High School Level Despair' thing!" Ryouta said.

"Super High School Level Despair?" Kumiko said. "Who in the name of Sylvarant has despair for a talent?"

"It's not one person, it's a group of some kind." Ryouta said. "At least that's what I was able to discern from it."

"What else did it say?" Miyako asked.

"It just kept mentioning how 'they're going to get us next' and 'we're gonna share the same fate as that other class', things like that." Ryouta explained.

"Other class?" Kazumi asked. "What other class?"

"I don't know." Ryouta said. "It doesn't go into much detail other than that. It all plays out like the ramblings of a mad man. The last few pages do mention say something like 'hiding will do no good, they'll follow us even if we leave'."

"Damn, yer even gloomier den I thought." Kazumi said. "At least ya were back den."

"What about these other things?" Takara asked. "Miyako, Masaru, what did you bring?"

"Well, I write down recipes I think of in this thing, along with results at cooking certain dishes." Masaru said. "But I've never even cooked these things before. But at the end, kinda like Ryouta's, it turns into pages filled with nothing but strange text. That Super High School Level Despair group is mentioned in it as well. Though it keeps saying things like 'they killed our friends, no one is safe'."

"This is starting to creep me out big time!" Kumiko said, as she played with her hair.

"The strange thing about my reminder book isn't something that I wrote, it's what someone else seemed to write." Miyako stated. She opened the book to a regular page, finding what looked like regular reminders written down. Things like "go to the library to study for big test" and "spend lunch with Makoto", typical reminders for a high school girl. "This is my handwriting." she said. "But in the back, there's something weird written down that definitely isn't mine." She flipped through the pages until she came to the one she was looking for.

Written in a completely different writing style was the phrase "I AM THE ASSASSIN" across both pages.

"What in the world does this mean?" Satoshi asked.

"How do we know you didn't write it yourself?!" Ryouta asked.

"I can't write like this if I tried." Miyako stated.

"What about you, Takara?" Masaru asked. "What's in yours?"

"Well, I had a journal with me so I could write about my time at the academy, and this one was already written in." Takara explained. "The beginning is nearly impossible to read, but the middle is where things get interesting." She opened the journal to the first entry about their time out of the school. "Somehow, we left the school due to students vanishing and being killed. We went into hiding from someone, and then this 'School Life of Mutual Killing' was shown on TV. It looks like our upperclassmen had their memories wiped and were forced into this game, just like we were, only they were back at Hope's Peak. I haven't read much further, but the last thing I found was something about a group called the Future Foundation rescuing us."

"School Life of Mutual Killing?" Kumiko said. "So we're not the first ones put through this!"

"What about that other book you brought?" Miyako asked, pointing at the sketchbook.

"Oh, this isn't mine." Takara said. "A few days before her execution, Shizuka showed this to me. She practiced drawing in this and just doodled mostly, but there are drawings of people she never met, and the last page just has the phrase 'He's gone' written over and over again."

"If that's Shizuka's, then why do you have it?" Ryouta asked, squinting his eyes in suspicion.

"The day of the trial, she just handed it to me." Takara said. "Said how I'd benefit from it more than her."

"She probably gave it because she planned on being executed." Satoshi said.

"Alright then, what about you Kazumi?" Masaru asked.

"Da notebook is meant for writin' song ideas, but it looks like I used it ta take notes or somethin'?" Kazumi said. "I dunno."

"So all of these items belonged to us before we lost our memories." Takara said.

"Then how'd these other versions come to us?" Ryouta asked. "Did whoever put us here give us duplicates so we wouldn't notice?"

"I don't think so." Masaru said. "My notebook has a piece of tape stuck to it, and both versions look the exact same. I don't think that's coincidence."

"Wherever they came from, it doesn't really matter." Satoshi said. "We have a lot of files to go through, so let's get started."

"Actually, there's one other thing I have that I want to bring up." Takara said. She picked up the two profiles she had found in her room and placed them in the center. "These weren't in any files of mine, so I figured it was best to bring them up."

"Oooooooo, what are they?" Kumiko asked.

"Student profiles from Hope's Peak Academy." Takara answered. "To be specific, the profiles of two people named Saemi Sasagawa, and Shuuya Kuronaga."

"Sasagawa an' Kuronaga? I ain't never heard of 'em before!" Kazumi said.

"Why are these two so important?" Ryouta asked.

"Because from what I've been able to gather, they were our classmates." Takara said.

"Our classmates?" Masaru asked. "But how come they're not here with us?!"

"From what I could gather from the journal, both of them went missing at one point. One disappeared before we left Hope's Peak, and the other vanished after helping us escape." Takara explained. "It looks like one of them found their way back to us, but the other is still unknown. It's possible that they're dead."

"But if one of them found us again, wouldn't they be here with us too?" Kumiko asked. "If those Future Foundation people rescued us, then shouldn't the other student be here as well?"

"Somethin' could'a happened between us gettin' rescued by 'em an' us bein' dumped here." Kazumi said. "We don' got a way of knowin' though."

"I can keep looking through the journal to find out." Takara suggested.

"But still, just who are these two?" Masaru asked.

"According to their profiles, Saemi Sasagawa is a Super High School Level Playwright." Satoshi said as he read the papers. "But Shuuya Kuronaga's talent is blanked out. If these were stolen from the bear, then that means he didn't want us to know under any circumstances."

"Wait a minute! How can we tell these two were really our classmates?!" Ryouta asked. "This could just be a trick!"

"Because I have evidence." Takara said. She opened up the School Memories file and spread out the pictures. "These photos are apparantly from the year we spent at the school. All of us are in them, along with some students I didn't recognize. But there's one of them that's important." She picked up the class photo, holding it up for everyone to see. "This picture has all of us, including Saemi and Shuuya. There are some other pictures with them in it, but this one proves that we had classes with them."

"Wherever they are, hopefully they're alright." Masaru said.

Takara gathered all the pictures back into the folder, putting it to the side. "Alright, now for the rest of the files. Let's put 'em in the middle again." she said. She took the four files she hadn't shown and placed them in the center. Ryouta, Satoshi, Kumiko, and Masaru followed her lead, placing one folder each with the rest. Takara then took them all and made them into a pile for easy viewing.

"So we have eight files to go through, this'll take a while." Miyako said.

"Let's just go one by one. We've already stacked 'em up like a puzzle game, so we might as well just go in order!" Kumiko said.

"Alright, so what's the first one?" Masaru asked.

Takara picked the first of the files and looked over the title, reading it out loud. "Towa City?"

"Ooooo! that's the one I had!" Kumiko shouted as she bounced in place. "It's a reallyyyyyyyy weird one too!"

"How is it weird exactly?" Ryouta asked.

"It talks about this super huge company called the Towa Group!" Kumiko said. "After this tragedy happened, they made a lot of stuff that helped it out like air purifiers to stop some nasty pollution! And for a really really long time, they were unaffected by this tragedy thing. But I guess this group of crazy kids called the Soldiers of Hope took over and started slaughtering the adults or something? They wanted to make it a paradise for kids I guess. Anyway, a lot of stuff happened in the city, and it turns out the daughter of the Towa Group's leader was behind everything and it's just really crazy!"

"You're right, it is weird." Ryouta said.

"But as it turns out, the kids that were behind all this were from Hope's Peak Elementary School!" Kumiko said.

"What would cause those kids to do something like that?!" Masaru asked.

"I dunno, it doesn't say much else aside from they wanted to create a paradise for kids!" Kumiko said.

"Anyway, let's move on to the next file." Satoshi said. Takara picked up the next folder, the one about the Most Despair Inducing Incident.

"This one is mine." she said. "And I think you should take a look at it yourselves." She handed the file to the person next to her, watching as everyone's faces (expect for Miyako who remained as stoic as ever) fill with shock as they read. It wasn't long before the file returned to her.

"What da fuck?!" Kazumi shouted.

"Something like that...actually happened?" Masaru said.

"I'm afraid so." Takara said. "But there's more. Remember that School Life of Mutual Killing I mentioned earlier?" Everyone nodded their heads. "Well, there's a file on that too. And it looks like it's the next one in the stack." Kazumi grabbed the folder and started reading it before silently passing it to the next person. Once again, the room was filled with shock.

"I thought we had it bad, but these people went through worse situations than we did!" Ryouta said.

"So that's three of them down, right?" Miyako asked. "Which one is next?"

Takara picked up another folder, reading the name of it. "Super High School Level Despair..."

"That's the one I had." Satoshi said. "It talks about this group who did horrible actions in the name of despair. The group started with Hope's Peak Academy students, but it suddenly gained supporters from everywhere, even outside of Japan. They didn't have any goals, any motives, any demands, all they wanted was to spread despair. All of it was lead by one girl, the original Super High School Level Despair, Junko Enoshima."

"Hold on, are ya talkin' 'bout the Junko Enoshima?!" Kazumi asked.

"I don't know, it doesn't say." Satoshi said. "It looks like most of the members killed themselves after her death though, only a handful remained."

"What happened to them?" Takara asked.

"That Future Foundation group found the rest of them." Satoshi said. "But I don't know what happened afterwords."

"I think my file can explain that." Masaru said, pulling out his file from the top of the stack. "It looks like they tried to subject them to therapy through something called the New World Program. A virtual reality program they created to help in situations like this, or rather a prototype of it. Their memories were erased, and they were all put in the simulation with the hope that they'd be cured from their despair."

"So did it work?" Kumiko asked, leaning closer to him.

"I don't know. a lot of this information is blocked out." Masaru said. He took out a sheet of paper, revealing that it was covered in black lines aside from a sentence or two. "All I could gather is that something went wrong, and kept the people who were in charge of the project from getting in. A virus got into the system somehow. In the end, they stopped the virus and got who they could out."

"What do you mean 'who they could'?" Takara asked.

"The virus must've screwed up the system pretty badly, because fifteen people went in, but only five of them came out." Masaru explained.

"Geez, I'm starting to see why we got rid of these memories in the first place!" Ryouta said.

"Well, that leaves three files left. What's in 'em?" Kazumi asked.

Takara grabbed another one. The next file to be picked up read "Student Profiles". This was the one she didn't have the chance to look over yet. "I'm not sure what's in this file yet." she admitted. "I haven't looked over it yet. But it looks like these are our profiles."

"From Hope's Peak, you mean?" Miyako asked.

"Yeah. Shall we take a look?" Takara asked. Everyone nodded their heads, and the journalist opened the file. Just as she suspected, the folder was filled with their profiles from Hope's Peak Academy. But underneath them lied other papers, papers that didn't belong to the school. Takara picked one up and felt a pit sink in her stomach. This had other information on her, nothing that the school would have though. It mentioned her secrets, her fears, her dreams, even her family and friends. Even the dark parts of her past that she wouldn't dare tell anybody. From the look on everyone else's faces, it seemed that similar information had been gathered about all of them.

"Who the hell got all this information?!" Ryouta asked, dropping his paper so he could grab onto his shaking arms.

"If I had to guess, I'd say Monokuma." Takara said. "This would explain how he was able to set up those motives to get us agitated. He gathered information on every possible thing there was about us..."

"Maybe dat mole of 'is helped." Kazumi said. "If dey got all their memories, den dey could have shit on us dat he didn'!"

Everyone was quick to place the papers back into the folder, not even bothering to look at the rest of them. Only two folders remained. One was the one on the Future Foundation, the other was known only to Ryouta. "Well, should we look at the next one?" Takara asked.

Before anyone could answer, a voice sounded throughout the resort. "Ahem, to all of the patrons staying at our lovely Paradise Resort, it is now 10 p.m! It is officially nighttime! The stores will close and the restaurant doors will be locked momentarily. I hope you all have sweet dreams tonight!" Monokuma's nighttime announcement rang through their ears. Was it really nighttime already?

"Well, I guess we should go to bed before he gets suspicious." Masaru said.

"But what about the other two mystery files?" Kumiko asked.

"They'll have to wait for another day." Satoshi said. "Besides, after all we've gone over I think it's best we get some sleep." No one bothered to argue, and gathered all their things together before leaving the building.

Returning to her room, Takara took all the items out and placed them back on her desk. That meeting helped more than she expected. But it also gave way to more questions. Pieces were still missing concerning their memories after all, they still had no idea what happened to them and how they got here. She figured it wasn't that important and tried to go to sleep, but her mind was running wild and making it difficult. She tried to ignore it, but then a realization struck her and made her jolt out of bed with worry.

The mole was there at that meeting. They knew about everything they talked about, and Monokuma had a way to know everything they talked about.

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