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Mutual Tales
Chapter 1
Level 2
Kyouko sighed.
The students had just left the despair-filled halls of Hope's Peak, cautious of whatever was left of Junko's regime.
At first, it had been a confusing and terrifying mess. The memories of their fallen students immediately came rushing back to them, a constant reminder of how far each of them had come in this twisted game.
Currently, a thick red sky hung overhead, semi-complementing the charred earth they were currently standing on. All around them, empty buildings filled with long dead corpses laid silent, waiting for someone to answer them.
"Are you sure about this spot?" a voice inquired and the detective turned around, finding Makoto walking up to her.
"For the moment, it will have to do." the detective answered, only to sigh.
"Okay…" Makoto then walked away, leaving her alone once more. As much as she wanted his help, now wasn't that time. For now, she would need some to think. Only then, could Kirigiri truly understand what they just went through. No, she would never be able to understand. After all, the only way to truly understand would be to lower herself to "her" level. When you did that, you opened herself to her. It was there, that things like this occur.
In a way, they were lucky. At the same time, they weren't.
They had just saved the world from Junko's wrath. But in a way, the group had only completed the first level in a long game...
