Koharu looked up from the body she held in her arms, and charged at the computer on wheels residing on the podium. "You… you tried to kill me… and… Moriko-chan saved me… you…" she yelled. "K-koharu-san, slow down!" Etsuji replied, running after her. "It's easy, really. I called her down here after the trial! I was planning to reveal her talent… but Moriko just had to step in… sheesh." the AI replied, staring at our group. "Why… there wasn't even a motive!" Masahito yelled. "Can't I just kill people when I want to?!" Monoinu replied, making an angry face. Koharu ran up to the podium, and grabbed one of the guns next to the computer, and whacked the screen. "He should be taken care of for now… I hope." Koharu remarked, looking back at us. "But what happened to Moriko-san? What happened to you?" Haruto asked.

Flashback (as told by Koharu Fujita)

I stared at my slip of paper that Monoinu gave me for the longest time… and I finally decided to look for him. I wanted to bring Otome-chan with me, but she was somewhere else, so I went by myself.

"Ah, Koharu, Koharu! Glad to see you here! Finally."

He looked so pleased, it was so… abnormal… I hinted that something was going to happen, but I didn't see it yet.

"... what do you want?"

"Oh, the same thing as you do! Your memories."

My face shifted. He knew exactly what I wanted more than anything. I wanted to know who I was. I wanted to know why I was placed in this school. My amnesia of my talent and my past life… it was slowly whittling away at my sanity. I tried my best not to show it… but that failed. I turned angry, and harsh.

"WHERE ARE THEY?! WHAT ARE YOU HIDING!"

"You're the one who made me!"

"... you're kidding, right?"

"Mhmm! Your real memories are right here, in this machine."

The AI pointed to a brick behind the podium, made entirely of steel, and with a button on it that said 'punishment'. I didn't read it until later, but I went ahead and pressed it.

"Now, back up… this could get bloody…"

My face was shocked on what really happened, 17 guns, all loaded with full ammo, were loaded at me.

The gym door opened, and Moriko ran in.

"Koharu-chan, I was wondering if you could…"

She eyed the guns, and ran in front of me.

"DON'T SHOOT!" she screamed.

All 17 of the guns went off, all 17 full loads of ammo hitting Moriko instead of me.

She was still alive, but barely breathing.

"K-k-koharu-chan… I… I just wanted to save you…"

"Moriko-chan… please…"

"B-but you don't… know how much… you mean to me…"

"Wha…"

"Koharu Fujita… I… I love you… with all of my soul and being… and… I was… too stupid to tell you…"

"Moriko-chan…" I cried.

"P-please… don't forget me… I love you…"

The last thing she ever did for me… she hugged me with all the strength she could… and then fell backward into my arms.

That's when you guys showed up…. And realized what a mistake that Artificial Intelligence made.

=Flashback End=

"Koharu-chan…" Masahito sighed. "Wait… so Moriko-san was a lesbian?... Eh. I could tell." Etsuji remarked, looking back at his eHandbook, "Trial time, I presume."

"Nuh uh! Since you guys already know I killed her, what's the point? I didn't even have a motive planned… Fufufu… y'know what? I'll just leave you guys here. You'll whittle each other off eventually…"

"He's back?!" Hanako yelled. "I'm everywhere…" the AI said, another computer rolling into the gym. "It's unfair to not have a trial for the murder of a student! Anyone who kills a fellow student will graduate, unless they are found out! You're found out!" I retorted. "Not exactly… whatever! You guys won't figure it out anyway!" Monoinu replied back, laughing in our faces. "Junko Enoshima…" Haruto muttered. "What?! You guys were that fast?!" the AI yelled back. "You somehow relate to this despair filled event. Kaori Matsuo remembered too fast, and Riku Yamaguchi was drawn into your hands, so he was able to not make us remember." I stated, walking closer to the computer. The others started to follow me, making our footsteps slightly louder the closer we got. "W-wait just a second…" the AI said. "Huh? What are you afraid of?" Masahito said. The computer's wheels backed away slowly, making its way towards the wall. Our group of 6 surrounded it.

"I demand you bring back the Programming Room."