Blood. A lot of it, in his shower, draining from his idol, the girl he knew in middle school, Maizono. There's a knife. Why is there a knife? No, no, murder. Murder, there's been a murder. Who did it? Who killed her? He has to find out, it's his duty, he has to find out!
Pink blood, pink blood, knife, knife. 11037. Why did she write that? 11037. 73011, 11037. 11037, LEON. LEON. LEON killed Maizono, Maizono was killed by LEON. Where's LEON?
Crystal ball, smashed. Shirt, burned. 11037, LEON. Kirigiri will help, Kirigiri helped because she always does but everything's chaotic, he can't focus, the blood is pink. Pink blood, red blood, pink blood, red blood. Was this real, was it not? Everything was chaotic.
"Naegi?"
Kirigiri. Kirigiri helps. She helps, she does, she does! Don't take Kirigiri away! Stop! She's his, she helps, don't go!
Everything's disjointed, disconnected, he can't find her. Where is Kirigiri?! She always disappeared! He needed her, she made everything make sense, and she wasn't there! She should be! It was a trial! They all had to be there for the trial!
Guilty. Who's guilty? He knows, he knows, easy, easy, easy! But everything's muddled and distant and he can't grasp it! Facts, facts, facts! Think, think, think! Maizono, his room, shower, knife, blood. Was... was he? No! No, it couldn't be! He was forgetting, what was he forgetting? The evidence, the evidence, where is Kirigiri? He needs help! They need help!
Who's the killer again?
Everyone's staring at him, eyes narrowed and all spitting the same acrid words. Murderer. He's the murderer? Blood, knife, Maizono, *STATIC*, his room. His room. His room, his, his, his. He's the murderer, right? He remembers the knife, the blood, his room. Yeah. Yeah. He has to be, right?
Is he forgetting something?
Monokuma. Monokuma's there, like always. Watching, like always. Monokuma wants them to choose. Choose who did it. Choose who killed Maizono, the girl he knew in middle school. Who killed Maizono? Well… He did, right? He killed Maizono. Maizono, the girl he knew.
Lock in the answer. No one has a face, it's just shadow and threatening eyes that narrow as they look at him. Of course they hate him, he's the murderer. He chooses himself. If he killed her, he has to be executed. Right? Right. Of course. It's basic morality. Or is it? Yes, it is.
He hates his messy head.
The voting is unanimous, of course it is. He's a murderer and they all know it. Monokuma laughs. And laughs, and laughs, and laughs. Fingers, his, bury in his hair and pull and yank. He wants Monokuma to shut up, shut up, shut up! Is he screaming? He might be.
"Wrong!" The demonic bear laughs, "You really are useless without Kirigiri, y'know!"
Wrong? How can it be wrong? He killed her, right? She was in his room, there was a knife, blood. Blood, blood, something's still fuzzy. What? What, what, what is it?!
"Give up?" Monokuma chuckles, "Does 11037 ring a bell?"
Oh. Oh! 11037, 73011, LEON. LEON is the killer! He forgot, he got confused, how could he do that?! He needed Kirigiri, but she wasn't there and he didn't know why! Kirigiri needed to be there, he needed her there!
"It's punishment time!"
A sharp prick in his arm. He screams as the chains lock around his neck, and everything plunges into darkness.
He wakes up in his hospital bed after that, and he stares as the faded ceiling. He has to try and discern reality and delusion once more.
It doesn't matter.
Maizono's still dead.