Shirogane Tsumugi, former student from "Lily Rose Girl's academy", is more noticeable then most of her peers. Even though she carries around a "plain" attitude, along with a "plain" vocal description of herself, she prompts up her presence without knowing it. Also, her attraction towards cosplaying also contributes to her presence being beyond "plain". She contradicts herself on this every single second, furthermore with every spoken word and every taken action. An argument could be that some people out of a majority, ignore her. Sure, but doesn't every single one of us have people who ignore us? Even if there are some people who see her as plain, that doesn't mean she is, in a full sense.

Past her "plain" sense of herself, Shirogane has shown that she DOES have some talent regarding cosplaying. Not on the roleplaying or costume wearing side, but on sketched ideas and designs. Along with her having the ability to:

1. Find and choose a type of clothing material, to either begin or add on to costume construction

2. Meshing/Threading two different types of clothing material, so the outfit can carry a group of sprinkles of a combination effort,

3. Effectively crafting a variety of wigs.

4. Draw upon her face with the appropriate makeup (with no apparent record, or knowledge of any messes or mistakes being made).

5 and Onward. And so forth…

Her background besides her known highschool, of course is nothing special. Normal childhood with normal parents, who both had normal jobs. Her parents have one sibling each, who both have married partners and their own children. Shirogane isn't with her aunts, uncles, or cousins. Neither is she close with any of her school peers, her number of friends resolating at zero, while close aquatencies numbering in the dozens. Past all human interactions, Shirogane seems to be more attached to her hobbies then to her family. As if her hobbies themselves, were a part of her family. Of course, she doesn't hug or holds any conversations with any items of her hobbies, she isn't that type of person persee-

Personality, then morning and evening routines, and then usually actions taken while in conversation and out. Among so many other things listed, were what lied within the folder. Multiple typed up papers, listing off detail after detail. With some housing taken pictures, showing the unaware cosplayer in many instances. Be it her on a street, visible through a window, or her just writing out ideas whilst seated on a bench out in nature.

Akamatsu's face turned fearful more and more, with each sentence she read. Having to swallow some glups, along with pressing her teeth down onto her lower lip. Hands firmly keeping their grips on both the "player" folders, and the light individually. And her gaze was so fixated on the paragraphs covering each page, that her feet were able to navigate through the darkness without assistance.

That was until a loud groan was made from her bear acquaintance, and a crack registered upon her next step. Causing her to pry her eyes to the side and down, light following her directed vision. She lifted her shoe up and placed it aside, causing another crack to formulate. The reason being that glass was covering the floor. And with a look forward and down the wide corridor ahead, the rest of the accompanying floor shared similar shards and bits. There being empty spaces lining the walls alongside solid, pushable doors.

"What...happened here?"

"GAH!"

Monokid wandered close to the pianist, and lightly punched her leg. Bringing her sight and equipped light to both fall upon him. "Am I not allowed to ask that?"

'He' shook his head and carelessly took a few steps forward. His weight and small form barely affecting the scattered glass. "Stupid!" 'His' voice box was able to generate, pointing both paws at her at the 180 turn of 'his' form.

"My question isn't stupid to ask. It's actually-"

"GAH!"

"Why do you have a problem with what I say?" Monokid sneered and groaned hand in hand. Before flickering his thumb at 'his' nose, and turned back around. Waddling down the corridor, before entering the closest right-sided room.

Akamatsu followed after "him" after emitting a sigh, carefully stepping around the shards on the floor. When she entered the room, she shined the light around. Identifying more shattered glass lining parts of the carpet covered floor, as well as a few desks pressed against the walls. There was also overturned chairs, more scattered papers littered, and half a dozen drawers that were broken apart. The scenery gave the impression that this place was once a office. And that a animal of sorts came about, and was intent on destroying whoever may have worked here, along with their work.

However, animals don't really target work objects, do they?

As she went on to inspect the room further, she placed the 'player' folders against her arm. Squeezing her arm against her body while her fingers went over to her shoulder. Brushing some of her golden locks off and away, as a few strands were slightly curled and had blocked a piece of her vision.

Her action unknowingly causing the round camera that was always recording, to roll back. With Akamatsu feeling the movement, snapping her hand to feel along her back. Fingertips scratching and digging themselves below her shoulder, not feeling anything but her backpack and her sweater vest. A confused hum left her lips, before her arm pulled back, and set itself front and center. Hand reacquiring the folders. Her mind passing off the felt movement merely as a sudden itch.

Moving on from that, with the camera now resting upon her other shoulder, she gathered up a few papers and read through them. The first handful, as many more would show, had produced nothing besides random numbers or blank pages. Leading her to frown and to possibly think that such papers, were just distractions or just random placements. Along with her gladly tossing or putting such pages aside. Quickly prompting herself to examine the whole room, as thoroughly as expected of her.

All in all, nothing of import past finally finding scrap metal, was gained. All computers were like the same ones found earlier, not possible to power on. Each intact drawer held only pencils, pens, loose paper, basically everything someone or something might think a office worker may need regarding note taking. What were once glass paintings, held all but wooden frames, no related illustrations in sight.

"That's...more then strange."

"HUH?"

Akamatsu set the folders down onto a table, then turned towards Monokid. "I was trying to think about what or who caused this. At first, I thought it might be maybe a animal that did this. But that guess is pretty much thrown out. No animal steals paintings, causes computer cords to fry out, or just tears about some drawers." Akamatsu rubbed the back of her neck. Eyes darting from the far wall, to the nearest. Before they settled on the Monokub again. "Someone, not something, caused all of this to happen."

Monokid strolled over to her, and brought 'himself' up onto the table. Using the nearby, still standing chair to do so. After that, 'he' sat down and stared at the blonde. The look given had translated itself into doubt.

"If someone didn't do all of this, then what do you think did? My guess on a animal may be far-fetched, but a human can go around and trash this place in all places. People freak out lots of times, and that can cause people to do chaotic things."

The bear kept 'his' stare intact and centered on her. Until 'he' shrugged and fell backward. Now fully laying down upon a somewhat, scarred metal surface. Head turned and now focused on the set down folders.

Still feeling chills crawl along her spine and arms, Akamatsu went along on placing what pieces of scrap metal were there, into her backpack. Her sight missing the rollable by some seconds, as it hid itself on the backpack's back side. Peeking through a corner slightly to watch Akamatsu place the pieces of metal within. And the round camera stayed put as Akamatsu put the backpack on.

Seeing that the weight of just two miniature pieces weren't hogging her movement, Akamatsu walked back over to the folders. Seeing that Monokid had taken interest in Shirogane's, with 'him' attempting to read it without no torch source. Akamatsu let him have it, thinking that 'he'd' wouldn't tear up or destroy something important. And then she proceeded to open up Amami's folder. Put down intrigue rising back up to reflect from her eyes, along with some sorrow. A sad frown upon her lips, along with her reading out the folder's subject name, had reminded her of the murder she commited.

Amami Rantarou, a former student of Hope's Pass High School(interesting name for a school hmm?), would be seen as a plain womanizer and playboy, just based on looks. Although many girls and some boys may see him as such, the reality is about five or more islands worth away. In reality, he is a chill and friendly sort of guy. Not one for romantic tendencies. Instead, he's actually more of a family man.

His personality confirms such, as well as video footage of his time at school. Whenever he might be near some girl, with high points regarding beauty, he'd treat her like a normal person. Not as a goddess, not as a girl he'd want as his, and not as a person of higher importance than others. That in itself, is a very admirable note to make, along with it being a piece of personality beyond fiction. He's not exactly a gentleman or a "nice guy", he's just next to, or at least close to a kind normal of guy.

Amami is a carefree and relaxed person, who has shown that he can be reliable at numerous amounts of times. His shown traits are calm determination, and a visible grip on bravery. Whenever he gets serious, his expressions shifts into becoming outright terrifying. Along with all of that, Amami has a tendency to adapt to specific types of scenarios. Such scenarios so far, have been shown as sudden conflicts between students, and crimes that have happened in some of the same buildings Amami found himself in(convenience stores, malls, buildings with purposes related to the like). Even though there is no public knowledge of this, Amami has actively put a stop to a total of 3 robberies. There is recorded footage that shows with one of the robberies, the light-green haired teen had talked down the associated robber. As well as there being footage of the other two, in which show him making swift calls to the police, just seconds after the robberies are set in motion.

Regarding his family life, Amami is heavily involved. He has 12 younger sisters, an unknown amount of brothers, and a father who seems to actually be a playboy. Most days, Amami has been seen taking up the role of house head, from time to time. Whenever his father might be out, late at night, Amami would take up a number of tasks. Ranging from helping his sisters with their individual homework assignments, to helping out the oldest of said sisters clean the whole house. He's no Ultimate Maid, but Amami has shown that he can balance time and family duties efficiently. Despite day where stress levels have risen beyond stable peeks(the number of such days being few), Amami will pull through on being the family man.

(Overlooking his personality and now present persona, it would be a great shame if something were to happen to him. Just think about what a terrible shockwave would emerge, if Amami were to just be murdered. *Hopefully*, that won't come to pass.)-

The pianist stopped reading onward, right then and there. Her hands clenched themselves. Her breathed caught in her throat, with her mouth shutting as fast as a gate. Her sight slowly traced back a paragraph. And she read the contents over again.

Fingers rose up into her hair, and squeezed at the nearest strands. Pulling at them tightly, while her nails slipped down to meet the scalp. Her eyes blinked sometimes before she forced them to close. Then there was her body trembling, a glance down at her knees would reveal that they might just give out.

As the camera rolled back onto her shoulder, her face came into view. One could just tell that: Another barrage of moisture was building up. Another group of minutes were about to be spend. Another session of self degradation and self pity.

Or at least, that was what seemed to have transpired. If the Monokub hadn't poked her hand, and yell right into her ear. "PAPAKUMA!"

"Leave me alone." She turned her towards him and glared. Simple eye blinks fighting tears. "I just...need a minute."

"BAH!" He punched her shoulder while letting out a laugh. In which rightfully earned a slap from Akamatsu. Sending Monokid backward before 'he' fell onto the floor.

"Just leave me alone right now, okay?!"

"AHAHAHA!" 'He' didn't mind the fall, or felt pity that Akamatsu was on the verge of weeping. Monokid just laid back, and pointed at her. Using 'his' right paw to pretend 'he' was crying from 'his' dotted eye. Before pressing 'his' singular, digit thumb against the pacifier situated in 'his' mouth.

Akamatsu's eyes at first just narrowed. But then they widen alongside her frown deepening. Hands letting go of her captive hair, before they reformed into fists and lightly pounded against her thighs. Head twisting and then tilting to the side, expression showing disbelief past anger. "You're calling me a crybaby...really?" Her fists were forced over to the desk, and then were pushed downward onto the surface. Two slams sounding together in sync. Silenting the bear's laughs in a instant.

"I murdered Amami-kun, used Saihara-kun, and risked everyone's lives just so I can try to find the mastermind. And I...had to told what I exactly did, to realize how I hurt everyone. I hate what I did and...I hate myself. Do you know how that feels? To keep on reminding yourself of what you did, every minute since you've been told? No, you don't." She took a few steps towards Monokid. "How would you feel huh? Say you just murdered one of your siblings, and had put the rest of them in danger of being executed by Monokuma? So what if I'm crying alot? Wouldn't you do the same thing? If we followed your logic, you would've been worse then Monodam. And I think you wouldn't have wanted to be that."

"GAH! MONO-"

"Exactly!" She nearly yelled at Monokid, before she directed a accusatory finger at 'him'. "You would've felt terrible, because you were worst then Monodam. You would be worst then what you consider to be the worst. I'm worse than being just a murderer, I three things combined into one. A murderer, and manipulator, and a disgusting selfish person. And I hate knowing that, and I hate that I'm that type of person. Do you get it?! I don't need anymore reminders past my own, and I don't need anymore labels on top what I have." She kicked at 'him', causing 'him' to roll out of the way. Then followed another kick, with two attempted stomps. Her teeth were showing, and they were harshly grinding against each other. "Unless you want me to make fun of you, and label you off as a angry brat, I want you to LEAVE ME ALONE WITH THAT! OKAY?!"

Her tearful scream seemed close to being from a whole different person. With the effect it had on the bear resulting in 'him' backpedaling. Putting more than half of the room's distance between them. Flabbergast fear taking hold of 'his' body language.

Akamatsu continued to glare furious, violet irises at Monokid. Until 'he' brought 'himself' back to standing, and 'he' ran out scarred. Leaving the once positive glowing girl, alone with negative arms prying at her heart and mind. Leading her to forcing broken sobs to leave, and seperate her gritted teeth.

Turning her back to the room's lit up portion, she collapsed onto the desk. Fists attempting to dig down into metal surface. Whilst tears spilled upon the folder before. She didn't care, she just let out more wrecked cries. Automatically hugging the pages close, the upper tips pushing against her chin and throat.

She cried and cried, like all times before. Alone, with only her pathetic self and darkness as known neighbors. Her croaked voice stuttering out apologies, one for each of her 'friends' she had hurt. With her letting out whispers towards only herself, asking herself for forgiveness instead of the dead Amami. Probably thinking he would never do such a thing, along with a possibility that she wasn't much a believer in spirits.

She had cried over and over for the past day and so. As much those tears needed to be spilled, there was a limit. By a newly assigned objective's directive, enough was enough. And her sobs were going to be stopped, by something other then herself.

Disregarding the incognito status, the round camera was made to roll off her arm. Speed swift, earning a somewhat bumpy ride down. And then as it reached the desk via her elbow, the camera was made to speed towards Akamatsu. The outcome being it running into her forehead, with her head slowly lifting.

As her weeping face was made visible, her dispensing sorrow was slowed. Though tears continued to leave her eyes, she wiped them away to clear her vision. Her mouth silently asking a question of "What". Arms remained around the folder of her "victim".

When she could make out the purple light staring at her. She wiped away snot away from her drenched nostrils. Her crying fulling stopping, with sniffles taking place of sobs. Followed by her sobbing mess of a face, being replaced by a newly found face of confusion.

"H-Huh?" She did nothing but watch as the camera rolled into her forehead again. Letting her eyes follow its movements, as it rolled back, and then moved around to her touch her arm. Voice staying silent as it reattached itself to her arm. She only reacted with surprised eyes, as it moved downward towards her skirt. Specifically heading towards her pocket.

Taking a right guess at what the camera was trying to do, Akamatsu reached a hand down into her pocket. Pulling out the note with listed contents. She almost jerked her hand as she felt the camera's rolling 'feet' brush against her skin. She kept her hand rising until her eyes saw its contents once more.

She scanned them over again, and then looked at the purple light staring at her. Raising her eyebrows slightly, questioning the purpose of her needing the note in hand. In which, she got her answer as the round orb turned towards the note, and then towards the exits leading out into the corridor. A tingle resolated against her occupied knuckle, trailed by the camera rolling back and forth on it. Awaiting her facial response.

Akamatsu read over the note again, though her reason was not to remember what she needed to find. Instead, she seemed to focus her sight on a particular part of the contents. And her eyes widened in realization, one that she seemed ready to embody in a vocal reaction. However, she held it back behind sealed lips. And merely looked back at the camera, eyes communicating a question unknowingly with their blinks.

The orb merely looked up and down, the action resembling a nod. Before it turned towards the exits again, this time with urgency. Sending off a tiny path of tingles from her knuckles, to her wrist. Although Akamatsu seemed to not mind the action and result, she nodded. Erasing what was left of her tears and wet snot.

Her mind somewhat recovered and now set back onto her given task, Akamatsu kept the folders and light close with one arm. While the other hung at her side, letting the made known camera roll backup onto her shoulder. As she left the room's premises, she let her gaze linger on the small, perched orb. Wanting to question it and its existence. But in the end, she quickly accepted it and went along with not asking anything from it. Thinking that she might be able to ask the Intervener, when she and...her 'companion' get back with the items.

"You were crying again, weren't you Akamatsu Kaede?" The question regarding the orb didn't have time to leave her mouth, as the Intervener called out to her from the dining room. Her footsteps putting more weight upon each individual contact with the floor. When she and the Monokub entered, they saw the machine seated at the table. Its fingers drumming at the chair's arms, with Its sole eye brightness set on dim-level. While a plate with remnant crumbs staining it, was placed off to the side. "Not unexpected in the slightest, since human guilt can last for more than beyond two days. Considering your persona, two days or perhaps three, is the amount of days guilt will reside inside your mind."

Standing up, The Intervener walked over and slid Its hand over the cart brought by the human-monokub duo. Tapping a circular pattern against the long dry, broken patterns of black and white paint. Before fingers grasped onto the edge, and the single optic peered down into the storage space. Counting the pieces of recovered scrap metal, as well as noting their size and their shaped forms. Then It went on to mentally list off what else was required, the percentage of the task's completion going up until 100% was reached.

It turned towards the human and Monokub. "Your task was successfully completed, and the privilege offered is now free for this day and night. And the privileges ready to be taken away upon failure, are no longer threatened this same day and night." It reached down and pulled out the 'player' folders, them both set down neatly within a corner. And then, held them out to Akamatsu. "These reports are for you, them being another privilege available after a day's task is fulfilled."

Not expecting to receive them, Akamatsu shakeningly took the folders from the Intervener. Glancing at the front labels, and then at the one visible, and the one covered eye. "Really?"

"This It said that there was something you needed to see. You found two of such somethings, and due to predicting your interest towards them by your attachment to your fellow peers, you are allowed to keep them temporarily. Think of this as a similar exchange between a visitor to a library, and a It serving as both a security guard and librarian." It pulled Its physical digits away from the folders. "It is highly advised that you don't write on any of the pages. The Mastermind would not like to develop a punishment based on written notes, or simplistic works of pencil drawn art." Akamatsu only nodded in response, and proceeded to place the folders in her backpack.

On swift paced feet, the Intervener took care of the crumb covered plate. Lowering the plate into a now running sink, It let the waters do their work. While watching the running, miniature waterfall, It spotted a overly drenched figurine, it being made up dark teal patches and heavily knitted fabric.

Letting a hand grab ahold of and bring it close to visual examine, the Intervener lingered Its eye on the faceless features. Studying the figure- the doll, for some moments before it was set back down. Placing it underneath the rushing water, just to watch it be drenched over and over again, from head to the pointed ends of its legs. Thinking on how the figure was not new to the Intervener, and thinking on the hours ago placement in the sink.

Not letting itself dawdle, the Intervener shut the sink off after the water dispensed was satisfactory. Then It trailed steps back over to Akamatsu and Monokid, them both now sharing intense stares. Making the Intervener intervene by clapping its hands together only once. "If you two would cease those stares, this It would suggest that you both go your separate ways. Since this hostility isn't...opted to be solved currently."

"GAAH!" With that agree toned yell, Monokid was the one to march out. Kicking the door open, 'he' went on to stomp out. Assumingly heading off in the direction and path to 'his' room.

"Curiously, what transpired between you two exactly? Was it merely a fight? Or was it an act of vocal domination by you?" Akamatsu turned back and was about to open her mouth, but the Intervener dismissively waved her off. "It was the second one, correct?" Instead, Akamatsu was resorted to nodding. With the Intervener letting Its fingers drum up Its temple again. "That choice of action was necessary, and expected of you. Humans can only take so much before they resort to uncharacteristic motions, shoutings, and drastic actions. Your anger to the bear should not be regretted by you. Unless you find yourself wishing you hadn't done such a thing, then you can waste thoughts with regret."

"I-"

"You have a question?" It placed both hands behind Its back, and stood focused. "Ask one or more, though the time for watching your peers is counting down." It took a quick glimpse at the clock, and noted the time was 11:13AM.

"Well...I wanted to ask about Amami's folder."

"Go ahead, nothing is stopping or halting you. Go ahead Akamatsu-"

"I was wondering, why are half of the pages in his folder all blank? I mean, Shirogane has all pages filled top to bottom, with some info sharpied over. But Amami just has blank papers after two picture full pages." The Intervener stared the blonde up and down, opening and closing Its eyelid over and over. Retrieving an appropriate answer from deep within mental processes.

"The Mastermind can sometimes be...hidden on why they do things. This It does not have any answer for you beyond that. So you'll just need to ponder on, and work out a answer on your own." After patting the ground twice with each foot, It strolled on past Akamatsu. "If there are no other questions, answerable to your liking or not, this It suggests that you and It head over to the camera room. You do want to see your peers again, don't you?"

"Y-Yeah I do." She scratched at her backpack covered back. While her mouth seemed to struggle over opening up and saying something other, or remaining shut.

"Is there anything else you wish to ask?"

Her lips fumbled, requiring her hands to nervously pick at her skirt. The attitude here being more than unusual, but the calculated reason behind it somewhat explains it. "I uh- no! I don't have anything else to ask."

The It merely send the same, unemotional stare at her. Before It turned forward, grabbed the handle of the cart, and walked out with it. Having Akamatsu follow with shifty steps behind It.

A/N: Originally, this was supposed to be a bit longer and out by last Saturday, but time and complications always find a way to delay me updating.

Anyways, I'm glad to see that lots of find this amazing, or simply entertaining to read. I also want to thank everyone who've commented, favorited, and followed this story, thank you all. And well, you all can expect a quick update from me in a few days, due to me having to cut this part short. Besides all of that, I've can say that some more freetime events will be in the next part. One specifically having to do with a certain Magician. So look forward to that if you wish, and that's all I'm gonna say here.