Byakuya Togami – Super High School Level Record #1:
Well. I have to say, I don't think any of us were quite expecting that to happen. At least we can safely say nobody still present is a murderer… well, aside from the obvious. But how long before somebody else is tempted?
It certainly wasn't my choice to start writing this log, such an infantile means of recording what I sorely hope will be our final days here. I mean, of course, in terms of escape from this place. Consider it 'homework', set by our esteemed principal Monokuma. Our latest instruction is to note down the latest twists and turns in this series of events, along with our thoughts, our opinions, and feelings towards our fellow students. I wouldn't have willingly considered being the first to write an entry, but since some form of leadership is required (and our resident 'investigator' spends so much of her time away from the group – and yet she claims to be so trustworthy…) it falls to me to step up and be that leader. Monokuma claims that any entry we write will only be visible to the author. Really, I couldn't care less. I intend to be honest, and if the others can read this, and don't like it, then that's their bad fortune.
First, Naegi. Claims to have all the luck – bad luck, definitely. He seems very close to Kirigiri, too close for my liking. I find it hard to trust her, and his association with such an individual does him no favours. On the whole, he seems a likeable fellow, if not one who I would normally converse with outside the confines of this academy, but within these walls anybody could be driven to do things they would normally condemn. His logic is impeccable, however. I will admit, reluctantly, that it was impressive of him to figure out the locked room mystery – that our now-former classmate Ogami was responsible for her own death. Perhaps he is worth something after all.
As for Kirigiri, where does she go to when not with the rest of us? Her movements are hardly accounted for, through this entire ordeal. True, she hasn't yet committed an act of murder, but she makes me uneasy. Unless she is willing to entrust us with the information she is so clearly keeping hidden, I may have to take more drastic measures. She too has excelled herself in the trials so far, I will grant her that, but her morbid fascination with the remains of the deceased is somewhat disturbing. Hmm. If I had to speculate, I would say she knows a lot more about this academy than she lets on. Naegi has her trust, but has she told him anything?
Both of them, ones to watch out for.
I don't have much to say about Asahina and Hagakure. The former seems too flighty and emotional for me to converse with, not to mention her distaste towards me following my behaviour towards Ogami before her death. I find it hard to admit this, but perhaps I deserve it. One has a lot of time to think about things in a place like this, and one doesn't always like what they discover inside themselves. Nevertheless, we have little in common, and little to talk about. Better that a safe distance is kept. Hagakure, meanwhile, strikes me as a relatively dim individual, although clearly there must be some talent within his skull to merit his arrival at Hope's Peak. A laid back, casual sort of person – not like me at all. Again, little in common, little to talk about.
Toko Fukawa, then. I find her to be a repulsive creature, not worthy of my time or my thoughts. She seems to harbour some kind of obsession with me, which although unsurprising still manages to be repellent. She has no sense of decorum, no personal hygiene routine to speak of, both her breath and her stench as she walks past managing to pollute the very air around us. She may be useful at some point, if I can figure out a way to utilise her limited skillset. Much more interesting, though no less disgusting, is her alter ego. Genocider Sho… a serial killer hiding inside the mind of a feeble and weak willed novelist. One has to admit there is a certain quaint level of humour in such a scenario. One who faints at the sight of blood, only to transform into a violent murderer whose modus operandi revels in it. Irony, perhaps. I suppose there is always a risk that she may one day snap and turn on us all, but on the other hand I have to admire her general honesty when under the psycho persona. When dealing with a deranged lunatic it's always nice to know where one stands.
I expect a few free days now, given the pattern we've been following so far. Murder, investigation, trial, and free time. The fifth floor should soon open up to us. I'm intrigued to discover what may be up there – hopefully a clue as to finding an escape from this hellish place. Although, I'm forced to wonder, why nobody from the outside has tried to reach us yet? What could have gone on out there…?