Hello, and I am finally here with yet another chapter! I am more than excited to finish off this story, but of course I have to write some chapters in order to finish the story off with a bang, aish. Anyways, I don't really have much to say, but let's get on with the show!

Guest: "Oh my."

FruitlessKitty_74: "Haha, don't worry, everybody's confused, even me. Ouch, those dead bodies. Please save those dead bodies. Oh my, interesting theory! Haha, I wonder if you are right. Haha, at least they'll get along now! Aww, thanks! You're the best! Love you~"

Prince PokePersona: "Hooray, the finale is finally here! Oh my, surprises are surprises. Aww, Kaniza had so many chances to die, but she's still here at least! Haha, Kaniza can tell all your OCs the horrendous suffering that's in Danganronpa. I love snooping around places. Heck yeah, mastermind theories. Kaniza's a cinnamon roll, that's why. She's a cutie. Aww, thanks! You're the best~"

TheRoseShadow21: "Aww yeah, Saori and Minori's meeting! Haha, thanks so much! Love you, Rosie."

Ziggymia123: "Hello there, Ziggy! Haha, too much brain fuckery. Please save the children. Yes, the narrative voice is quite different, unless Minori hates himself that much. You must protect all of these children. Oh my, save Kamui and Minori. Haha, well, you can only hope it's Minori then. Giving lots of prayers and wishes and uh presents can make that happen, maybe."


Minori hated how much his footsteps echoed throughout the hallway. If it weren't for Kamui by his side, he might've screamed out of frustration over how unnecessarily loud his own footsteps were being.

Or maybe it was a mechanic meant to harm his mental state? Minori wouldn't have known, sadly, simply because it didn't matter.

No one seemed to be around the area. Only Minori and Kamui were to be seen, and the shadows that appeared as a result from the lights above. When the pseudologist and mortician glanced to one another, their worries seemed to fade away upon seeing nothing more than one another.

Of course, the metal-plated doors that decorated the sides of the hallway would've made them anxious. Maybe people were inside there, maybe they weren't. Nonetheless, the duo had no choice but to move. They had to investigate, and they couldn't let their friends down.

And Minori was still highly worried, maybe overly worried, about everyone else. The thought of Sagiso and the others being seen and captured scared him. It did not help that everything was baffling to him. Libertas wanted to rid of them during the trial, and they haven't bothered to walk to their room earlier to shoot them down upon awakening or something similar.

Strange. Everything was strange. Peculiar. Confusing.

A nudge. Kamui threw him a look, finger pointed to the left. There was a metal-plated door over to the left, a small window near the top. Minori nodded his head and the duo walked slowly over to the door, tiptoeing their way there.

Kamui peeked out the window. Since the window was quite small, Minori stepped back for Kamui to have a better look at what was inside, what was happening, etc.

A few seconds passed. Kamui looked down to Minori who raised a brow. The mortician nodded, and, being in the clear, Minori moved over to open the door handle.

A creaking noise. The door creaked, and it was a miracle Kamui and Minori weren't in anyone's vicinity.

Minori decided to take a step inside first, being greeted with a slightly cooler temperature than from the hallway. The room was quite dark, yet brighter than the hallway last seen. The lights were blinking, yet nonetheless it was working quite well despite its mishap. The room was quite spacious, seen by how there were only a few shelves and desks to be seen spaced out in the room. It was most likely a tidy, organized storage room, if Minori had to name it.

If there were anyone inside the room, they would've immediately spotted the duo. With that in mind, the pseudologist cleared his throat softly and glanced to Kamui who closed the door behind him. "Let's investigate what's in here," he said, though hushed.

"Of course." Kamui rubbed his hands together. "I will investigate the left side, if that is alright with you?"

"Fine with me," Minori mused, smiling softly.

So, with that settled, the two young men went to work. Minori and Kamui went to their designated areas, Minori taking over the right and Kamui taking over the left. Footsteps sounded off in the spacious, closed off room. Breaths, soft rustling of papers, bodies, etc.

Hm… How should I keep note of everything though? Minori bit into his lips as he rummaged through the boxes on the shelves. He stopped for a brief moment to look around the room, then finding on a desk (in the corner) a pen. He quickly moved over to fetch it, then carefully examining it with his dark green eyes. It was a regular pen, though it was quite fancy concerning its golden shimmer and silver grip.

Not that it matters. Minori smirked inwardly to himself, then waved a hand over to Kamui to catch his attention. "Do you know if there's a piece of paper we can use? Or, if possible, a notebook around here?"

"Uh… Excuse me, let me look around." Kamui began to rummage through some of the boxes, eyeing each item inside carefully. A few seconds passed before a soft gasp escaped his lips, hands reaching into a box to grab a slightly beaten up, red spiral notebook. He skimmed through the pages before nodding his head and tossing it over. "There's a few scribbles inside, but most of it is empty. Most likely used as a sketchbook."

Minori easily caught the notebook and flipped the pen. There, he scribbled his own name down, and his own handwriting was now seen in clear view. The pen was working perfectly, fortunately. The white-haired man smiled and began to jot a few things down.


Minori Watanabe's Notebook

- We split up the group into three teams: I'm with Kamui to the left side of the hallway from where we last were, Kaniza is to the right, and Sagiso and Saori are searching up using the elevator.

- We all woke up in a high-tech room. We were kept in pods, though we're the only ones inside. I counted 16 pods, and next to each pod was some machine of the sort.

- No more experiments? No one noted anything about their head hurting. I feel normal so far, if that even means anything.

- There's a scar on my palm? Recent? It looks like it came weeks ago? Maybe days since there's some dried blood around it.


And Minori lifted up the pen and hung it to the flap of the notebook's cover with its grip. He sadly didn't have any pockets on him (damn the clothes), so he had to carry it around. Not that he minded though, he would rather carry a notebook with him than to forget something valuable along the way.

With that thought settled into his head, Minori continued his search through the boxes. Although the chance of nothing valuable being found was near, he couldn't take the risk of not investigating. Besides, Kamui was investigating himself, so why shouldn't he? Minori took down one of the boxes, adamant on searching.

A few papers messed up the room as Minori took some out. Wanting to make sure he didn't skip over anything, he mentally counted in his head and skimmed through the documents. These documents found were nothing more than detailing the obvious. They were most likely newspaper articles translated into printer paper, given the dates, headlines, etc. Nothing of interest, unless you would love to hear about taxes and the comebacks from many different Korean idol groups, that is. Well, ignoring that, it took a few or so minutes before Minori sound something of interest, eyes squinting as he read:

"'A Virtual World for All to Hope For.'" Minori frowned, deciding to read into more of its contents. "'Highly anticipated by people worldwide, the rivaling companies Theia and Libertas have finally introduced their new solution to solve the issue of overpopulation and other economic issues: a virtual reality. It's been widely known that this idea will be a massive hit with people worldwide, and many are on the waiting list to beta test their new concept, higher in Libertas, but nonetheless highly anticipated no matter the company…'"

Minori bit into his lips, having to reread through the article a couple of more times. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Despite how long it has been since he's been away from the real world, he's never actually heard about a virtual reality.

But, then again, if Theia and Libertas are widely known and respected, implied from the article… Then it must be because of our memories being erased. Minori held his breath. He had no idea what to think of this, because, from what he's seen- the virtual reality we were in led us to a killing game, not a place to solve our economic issues.

Minori's heart throbbed. This newspaper article was definitely important, and the pseudologist easily folded it up and stuffed it into his notebook. He even decided to write a note to himself.


Minori Watanabe's Notebook

- The newspaper article is about Libertas and Theia's virtual reality.


And, upon further thinking, Minori could only bite into his lips. Even Theia was in this? Then again… they are rivals, but this doesn't necessarily mean Theia helped us get into a killing game. Libertas and Theia don't seem to be working together, but then again…

Minori poked his head up, now focusing his vision on Kamui. The mortician didn't find anything so far, given by his slightly bemused expression and continuous rummaging of the papers. Minori walked over to the mortician, catching his attention.

The mortician raised a brow. "Yes, did you find something?"

The pseudologist nodded his head and showed Kamui the newspaper article. He waited for a while for the man to read it, and once Kamui's head poked back down to eye Minori, the white-haired man spoke. "What do you think?"

Kamui bit into his lips as he handed the article back to Minori's hands. "I'm assuming Libertas and Theia are of high status then. Highly respected and loved, judging from the newspaper."

Minori nodded his head slowly. "Yes… it could also be propaganda though, but nonetheless they'd be highly respected."

"Mhm." The taller man cupped his chin. "But I'm worried about the idea of a virtual world. It's said there's a waiting list too, right? Let's tie in the killing game to the virtual world idea… is it possible this is what the virtual world refers to?"

"It's likely, but I'm not sure." Minori frowned. "Theia is following what Libertas is doing, so I'm not sure if they're actually allies…"

He stopped himself. To think of that would mean to think of Fumio and Rin as enemies. No, he does not want to think about that. He quickly cleared his throat and asked, "But, given what happened, only Ultimates were in the killing game. Sixteen of us. Did Libertas pick Ultimates as their subjects for the beta test?"

"That… that would make sense." Kamui gulped. "In order to bring their ideas into fruition, having Ultimates be the ones testing it would give their experiment more validity."

Minori's face paled. "So… was the killing game a beta test? If they're planning to release the idea of a virtual reality to the world publicly, then if we're the beta test…"

Kamui instantly shook his head. "Let's not think about that. We need more information. Maybe we're the only ones being targeted… But for why, I don't know."

The pseudologist pursed his lips. "It could've been picked out of random. Maybe we ourselves wanted to participate in this experiment and now have no memories of it. That, or… I wouldn't know why."

Minori and Kamui went silent, their discussion somehow ending. It was an awkward silence that made the pseudologist quickly cough his breath, smiling awkwardly as he mumbled, "I'll note our ideas down."


Minori Watanabe's Notebook

- Theory 1: We're subjects for the beta test of the VR.

- Theory 2: We have no memories about what happened before the killing game, so we might've wanted to participate in the VR like everyone else did. No idea if anyone in the world has a negative view of these companies so far.

- Libertas and Theia are rival companies, like Fumio said before. They copy, so it might be possible Theia's guilty? I hope not.


After that, Minori and Kamui continued their investigation inside of this spacious room. Although it took about half an hour or so before Minori and Kamui finished their extensive, thorough search, they were at least glad they had the newspaper article to look at and examine. It was definitely something to note to Sagiso and the others later. Minori was worried Theia and Libertas were bigger threats than he thought- or possibly he had already underestimated them. He wouldn't know.

"Are you done?" Minori asked, glancing over to Kamui. "Did you find anything?"

"No, sadly." Kamui bowed his head down. "Sorry, I found nothing in comparison to you. Even if it was one thing, I still feel bad."

"N-no, it's fine!" Minori blushed, shaking his head. "I'm sure you'll find something. We're in this together, remember?"

"Ah, that is true." Kamui smiled softly in response. "Well then, I suppose we shall investigate in the next room?"

The shorter man nodded. "Of course."

Minori and Kamui were both on the same wavelength, leading to them walking back to the entrance and opening the door. They had to be careful though, Kamui checking in first to see if anyone were on the lookout. No one, and the duo went out and carefully walked down, straight to the next door in sight- another metal-plated door, unsurprisingly.

Kamui looked through the window. Nobody was in sight. He turned the handle, and so he and Minori were inside of another room.

This room, similar to the other, was slightly dark, but bright at the same time. However, the room would've been completely dark if it weren't for the computer screens pinned everywhere on the walls. It was a control panel, static to be heard as there seemed to be a rolling chair that continued to roll, slowly- creepily.

"I wonder if any of these are working," Kamui murmured, slightly anxious as he closed the door behind him. "It's just… static."

Minori nodded his head. "We can try, but I highly doubt they're working. Uh, do you even know how to work this thing?"

The mortician sighed. "We'll find out."

The shorter man couldn't help but chuckle, finding the annoyed tone in his companion's voice slightly amusing. "Right."

Nonetheless, the duo made their way over to the control panel, millions of buttons and keys to be seen. The computer screens around the room were entirely static, some black and off. It was eerie, and Kamui and Minori had to share a glance with one another before even deciding to move and examine what buttons and keys could be pressed. Sure, maybe they could pick at random, but they had to be cautious.

Minori examined the buttons and keys on display, reading each one carefully. Red buttons, yellow buttons, blue buttons, green buttons… And the alphabet keys, number keys, backspace, unknown keys… He decided to shift his focus over to the keypad, eyeing the arrow keys. Hesitation escaped his breath, but within a second's notice, he pressed to the left arrow key, forcing himself to take a gamble.

One of the screens switched. From static, it changed back to… static. However, before the pseudologist could curl his lips into a frown, his eyes noticed something in front of the static, covered in black font: 'Location: ULTIMATES'.

"Minori?" Kamui worriedly threw a glance at the screen. It was entirely static aside from those big letters. "Where is that?"

"I don't know…" Minori pursed his lips, turning to eye the mortician. "It's all static. I'm going to assume it's where the killing game was?"

Silence. Minori should've known. Nonetheless, no one had an answer. The pseudologist lifted up his pen and flipped to a page.


Minori Watanabe's Notebook

- In a security room (?) there is a screen with the words 'Location: ULTIMATES' on it, though the rest was static. Everything else is static or black, off.


Minori sighed, pondering. He wasn't sure he would be able to get anywhere with that simple note alone- most likely not, he would have to admit. Knowing he wouldn't be able to get anywhere now, he glanced over to the arrows and began to play with them carefully, hoping to get a desirable result.

That seemed to go well in his plans. After a few seconds of tarnishing the former result, something else popped up on the screen:

'ERROR, VIRUS?'

"Ah!" Minori jumped, shocked by the sudden red, flashing words in the screen. His face paled as he stared blankly at it, then became red as he noticed his hands were on Kamui's arm. He quickly threw his hands up. "S-sorry! It was so close to me, and then it suddenly turned red and started to flash in front of my eyes, s-so I got scared…"

Kamui eyed the shorter man for a while before chuckling, massaging Minori's shoulders reassuringly. "It's fine. We're not exactly in some cheerful place."

"Aha, yeah…" The pseudologist slowly relaxed himself, face falling into a concentrated gaze. "Hm, an error, huh?"

"I wouldn't expect such a well-known company to fall to a virus," Kamui admitted, eyeing the screen with a raised eyebrow. "It's quite unnerving."

"They should've had some systems to fight off these viruses, especially if they have money and are respected to the public." Minori cupped his chin, thinking to himself for a moment. "Hm, I think this should be something to tell the others?"

The mortician nodded his head. "Definitely."

With that settled, Minori began to jot this down.


Minori Watanabe's Notebook

- After messing around a bit in the security room (?), we got a screen with red flashing words that said, 'ERROR, VIRUS?'. Its purpose is unknown.


Minori placed the pen and notebook back under his armpit, turned to Kamui. "Alright, I think we are done here, correct?"

Kamui glanced around the area for a moment. He frowned, but turned to Minori and nodded his head. "I would think so, yes. There seemed to be nothing here… rather, I wouldn't want to ruin anything here, given our lack of knowledge."

"Ah, yeah." The pseudologist awkwardly laughed. "Yeah, good point."

Kamui threw him a comforting smile before slowly making his way out. His hand was about to reach the doorknob until-

-suddenly, the door opened.

Someone in a lab coat. Definitely a worker, especially given the suit underneath their lab coat and lanyard around their neck.

"Hey, what're you two doing here?!"

Kamui and Minori exchanged looks.

The worker reached into his pocket and took out a walkie talkie.

Ah shit. Minori's heart pounded. "Kamui!"

Kamui's eyes widened and he lunged at the man. He grabbed at the man's wrist, easily overpowering the man with his towering height. The walkie talkie was thrown to the wall and the duo fell, struggling and shuffling on the floor.

Minori quickly picked up the walkie talkie. There was static, buzzing. Nothing. He quickly threw it down and broke it apart. His foot smashed it into pieces.

He whipped his head back to the shuffle.

Kamui was suddenly on the ground. The worker pointed a gun at his forehead.

Minori's heart throbbed. Adrenaline ran through his head. He lunged.

It happened within an instant.

The worker fell, struck unconscious. Kamui's eyes widened as he felt the worker's body fall on him, causing him to grunt. His face paled, but after a second he snapped out of his trance. The mortician quickly shoved the worker to the ground, causing a thump before he breathed deeply. "Minori…?"

Minori was breathless, panting deeply. His body was still twisted, his left leg up and sole right in front of Kamui's face. The pseudologist went silent for a moment, cold sweat trickling down his face. It only took a moment before he fell down, gasping and grabbing at his head.

"Minori? Minori!" Kamui crawled over to Minori, shaking his shoulders. "Are you alright? Calm down!"


"I know you're weak. You should really learn some self-defense for once!"

The dead look in his eyes slightly changed. It was some form of excitement, anxiety. Maybe it was fear? He didn't know, but the white-haired male simply hummed in response, "Self-defense?"

"Yeah, some self-defense. Learning some skills should help you out a lot." A small chuckle. "You can protect your siblings that way, you know?"

"Protect…" That frown on his would eventually curl to a smile, even if it was subtle and slight. "I guess so, yeah."

"See? There we go, some actual progress." A smile in return. "Here, I'll teach you a few tricks. Just follow me, alright?"

"Yeah… alright."


Something hard bruised his cheek.

Minori looked up, finding Kamui's red-colored flesh on his palm. The mortician was completely pale, staring at him. "Minori, what the hell?! You can't just do that on me! You worried me for a second there!"

"Kamui…" Minori glanced around the area. It was silent, except for Kamui and Minori's own breathings. He could see behind Kamui- the unconscious worker he had just shoved his sole into. The man was knocked unconscious- and hopefully it would be for a while. "Uh… what happened?"

Kamui threw the pseudologist a worried look. "You looked really shaken up there. I know you could've died, but I was the one held at gunpoint, remember?" It was definitely meant to be taken lightly, but given how Minori went silent, the mortician shook his head and stood up. "You were out of it for a moment. I had to slap you so you can regain your senses."

"I-I was?" Minori gulped. "Why? How?"

Kamui shook his head, reaching a hand out for the shorter man to grab onto. "I wouldn't know. Do you think your memories have something to do with it? Are you regaining your memories, or is there something else wrong?"

"I… I think so." The pseudologist averted his gaze once he grabbed onto Kamui's hand and stood up. "I think I just remembered something, that's all. It wasn't anything important though."

"Really? You really look shaken up right now." Knowing he won't get an answer however, he sighed and turned to look at the unconscious worker's body. "Well, let's take advantage of what we have here. Let's see if this man's from Libertas or Theia, but considering what happened…"

Minori nodded his head slowly, following Kamui. He took a look at the unconscious worker, noting the gun in his hand. The gun seemed to be loaded, and it seemed to be working perfectly- or it looked like it was. Nonetheless, he was unwilling to experiment with it. He grabbed ahold of the gun, then bit into his lips and threw it at Kamui who took it with a strange gaze. "Self-defense," the shorter man murmured, uneasy.

"Ah, I see." Kamui sighed, then concentrating his gaze back on the body. His hands reached over the worker's body, specifically to the lanyard. It took seconds before the mortician frowned, mumbling in a disgusted voice, "Libertas, huh?"

Minori and Kamui continued to search through the man's body, although nothing else was of interest. Minori simply noted what they found together, Kamui then keeping the gun to himself and throwing the lanyard over his neck.


Minori Watanabe's Notebook

- We got attacked at the security room (?). Maybe more are coming, sadly can't warn the others. They do seem to want us dead despite the lack of appearance in where we woke up from?

- The worker's lanyard tells us we're in Libertas.


That seemed to be all that can be said. Minori glanced over to Kamui who stood up, ready to move out. The mortician noticed the uneasiness in the pseudologist's gaze, and he smiled softly. "I'm sure the others will be fine. We need to trust them."

"I know, I'm just a bit shaken up over what happened." Despite that, Minori forced himself to move, closing the door behind him (of course, after Kamui checked for any other workers in close vicinity).

It was back to silence, although the next room was close in their view. The duo slowly made their way over to the next room, looking back and forth, then inside of the window. No one was in sight. Hearts throbbing, the door to the next room opened and they made their way inside, closing the door behind them.

It was a simple storage room, noted by the stereotypical singular lightbulb hanging from the middle of the ceiling. In comparison to the last two rooms, this one was quite cramped and small, given the boxes around and scattered on the floor.

Minori and Kamui threw each other a look, then began their investigation.

The two young men were rummaging through the boxes, looking and spotting for any clues. They would look for minutes, minutes almost turning into hours as they looked and looked.

Minori rummaged through the boxes, checking through each one. He looked through each paper and each document, sadly noting on how tedious the workload was. The silly pseudologist never would've expected what he would see next- then again, it was quite an interesting note to look at. It wasn't a surprise Minori's focus would be fixated on what he saw next, what was on his hands.

It was a crumpled up diary sheet. It was obvious torn out from its diary, noted by not only the lack of a diary near its proximity, but because of the torn and ripped edges on the side of the note sheet. The pseudologist's lips curled to a frown, and then he began to read:

["I know you may not want to do this, but you know you have no choice. Haven't you seen what's been happening? Everyone's on edge now, and you're already trapped. Just accept it."]

Minori frowned, rereading through the diary sheet. He wasn't sure what the purpose of this letter was, only noting how it sent shivers down his spine. But, nonetheless, he had to note this down. He stuck the diary sheet into his notebook, grabbed his pen, and began to write a few things down.


Minori Watanabe's Notebook

- There's a storage room with a lot of boxes and papers.

- In the storage room, I found a diary sheet that said the following: 'I know you may not want to do this, but you know you have no choice. Haven't you seen what's been happening? Everyone's on edge now, and you're already trapped. Just accept it.'

- I'm not sure what the purpose of the letter was. Something to do with the mastermind?


Minori stood up from his position and stepped over towards Kamui. He took out the crumpled up sheet and handed it to the man. "Here."

Kamui eyed the pseudologist for a moment, then took the sheet and read it to himself. It only took a few seconds before he passed it back to the shorter man, frowning. "That's… strange, to say it lightly."

"Mhm, it is." The white-haired man bit into his lips. "I'm assuming it's from one of the workers here."

"Most likely, given the tone of the letter." The mortician tapped onto his chin, eyebrows furrowed with his hardened expression. "I'm not exactly sure about the purpose of the letter though."

The pseudologist shook his head. "Me neither, but we can figure it out with the others later."

"Yeah…" Kamui nodded his head slowly. "True."

Minori and Kamui went back to work. They continued to search around the room, unloading the boxes and checking its contents, but nothing of use was there. They were just simple, useless white sheets of paper. There was nothing special to them. It was even a miracle that Minori found that crumpled piece of diary note.

A long time spent on investigating the room, and only one thing was to be found. Was it a waste of time? Such a silly thought couldn't be answered.

"Don't worry, I'm sure we'll find more clues elsewhere," Kamui remarked, comforting Minori with a calm smile.

And Minori would smile back at the mortician, saying, "Yeah, I know."

So, with that settled, they once again left the room to move to another one. They walked down the hallways, silent and careful. They were mindful of their surroundings, though it didn't take long before they reached their next destination.

Kamui looked through the window, and threw Minori a look. The pseudologist's eyebrows raised as Kamui urged him to look himself. Minori would then peek, and frown at the sight.

There were two workers who were inside, most likely having hidden inside of the room in order to smoke- it was all too obvious, given the cigarettes in their hands and the lack of a clean environment inside of the dusty, unkempt room.

The silly pseudologist did have to note that it was strange nobody seemed to be active on the lookout for him and the other Ultimates. It was quite strange, as if they couldn't be bothered- or maybe that they were confident Minori and the others would've died off without their care? Minori wasn't sure, but it was unnerving. He felt shivers running down his spine.

"What should we do?" Minori whispered softly, close to Kamui's ear. "Should we go to another room?"

Kamui thought for a moment, then biting into his lips and whispering back in response, "But there might be something important in there, correct? We can't just give up."

The pseudologist raised a brow. "Should we just come back later then?"

"... Can you check the other room then?" Kamui pointed down the hall. "Let's make sure no one's in another room as well."

Minori nodded his head, making his way down the hallway. He reached the iron-plated room and looked inside, then finding the window blocked with metal- he couldn't see anything. Frowning, the pseudologist reached for the handle and tugged at it. He expected it to open slightly, but nothing. It was locked.

The pseudologist quickly made his way back to Kamui and shook his head. "The door over there is locked," he whispered softly. "You can't see what's inside either."

The mortician raised a brow. "Can we use the worker's ID?"

Minori glanced to Kamui's lanyard, then to the ID. He shook his head. "There wasn't anything like a code to get through. It was just locked."

"Hm…" Kamui pursed his lips. "I'm assuming the other rooms are faraway then."

"We're not sure if they're locked like the last one," the white-haired man admitted, slightly disheartened by this information. "Should we leave?"

Kamui glanced over to his gun, then biting into his lips and eyeing Minori. "We could knock them unconscious. I feel like taking the risks outweighs everything else."

The pseudologist's eyes widened. "I'm usually the one who would say stuff like that, but…" He sighed, forfeiting. He knew he was just worried about what happened last time, but seeing how Kamui was willing to take a risk, he had to do so as well. "Alright then, since you actually sound confident about it."

Kamui laughed softly. "Yeah, I know. Surprising, huh?"

Minori chuckled, then throwing the taller man a serious look. "We're just going to knock them out, alright? Let's not hesitate."

The mortician nodded his head, hand close to the handle. "I know. I'll use the gun as a threat."

"Uhuh."

With that settled, Minori held his breath. He couldn't panic, forcing himself to stay calm despite his overwhelmingly loud heartbeat ringing in his ears. He cracked his knuckles for a moment. A deep breath escaped his lips. He then gave Kamui the nod- the go sign.

Bam!

The door was slammed open.

Minori and Kamui charged in, scaring the two workers whose eyes widened and cigarettes fell. Before the workers could even muster a scream or attack, they were immediately overpowered. Kamui elbowed the worker's face in, and a large thud was heard against the wall. Minori slammed his fist into the worker's stomach before immediately bringing his foot into the worker's face. The workers were instantly knocked out. The cigarettes slowly began to turn cold.

Minori panted, finding himself immediately out of breath. He dropped to the ground, shaking his head. He felt like he was remembering something- something, something that should've been known already. It pained him, somehow, but he didn't know why.


"Big bro!"

"Minori!"

A large smile appeared on his usual solemn face as he saw them- his two younger siblings, completely teary-eyed and sobbing his name. He immediately ran up to them and embraced them, sobbing.

"They're safe," the officer said, scratching his head. "You really shouldn't worry about anything. You already did everything you could to bring them over to safety."

He didn't care. He didn't care about what the officer said, only hugging his siblings tight. They were crying, calling his name repeatedly. He would then call out their names, his smile never losing its composure on his pale face.

"God, I'm so glad you two are here," he mumbled, their sobs soaking his clothes. His breath was shaky, his heart throbbing. "I thought I wouldn't be able to see you two again."

It was a silly thing to worry about- yes, he knew that. However, it was something he was deeply worried about despite the officer throwing him a baffled expression behind that somewhat genuine smile of his.

It was because he knew- his siblings' lives were in jeopardy, and he wanted nothing more than to destroy that damn man's corpse over and over again- the same man that brought them to these circumstances in the first place.

"Hey, food's here. Let's go."


"So, Minori, are you going to help me restrain them, or not?"

Minori's eyes widened, finding himself back in reality. He looked over to Kamui who threw him a playful smile, having fortunately found some rope from one of the dusty shelves atop. The pseudologist then glanced over to the unconscious bodies of the workers, reality having struck him. "Oh, right! Sorry about that."

He quickly closed the door behind him first before helping Kamui. The duo easily restrained the workers and tied them up, then taking ahold of their lanyards and throwing it over them- Kamui with two, and Minori with one.

Minori took the walkie talkies as well, smashing them into pieces. He would then grab ahold of the guns the workers had, eyeing them for a moment, then keeping one and tossing the other to Kamui who decided to hide it in one of the many boxes inside the room.

"Time to search this place next," Kamui softly sighed, noting the amount of stuff around the messy, dusty room.

"There's an old television here," Minori commented, smiling as he pointed to the dusty television set at the corner of the room. He walked over to the box and tapped on it. Nothing happened. "I'm not sure if it works though."

"I mean, it is quite old," Kamui mused, speaking as he searched through the area. He continued to look through the few boxes in his direction, then to the shelves. There, his eyes widened and he took a few videotapes from the top. He immediately walked over to the pseudologist. "Here."

"Hm?" Minori grabbed one of the videotapes and read it to himself, "Death #98…?"

The pseudologist immediately looked over to the rest of the videotapes Kamui had in hand. There was the following: Death #1, Death #128, Death #89… Everything labeled on the tapes had something to do with death, and Minori was not at all pleased.

"Uh…" Minori slowly looked over to the television box. "Should we see if it can play?"

Kamui nodded his head slowly. "Yes," he answered, calm. "We wouldn't be able to see what is inside these tapes otherwise."

"If it works," Minori mumbled, but nonetheless grabbed the first one he took and looked for the videotape slot. Seeing it below, he bit into his lips. He slowly inserted it inside, and pressed the 'On' button.

He took a step back, causing Kamui to move forward to protect, shield him. The duo held their breaths as the television began to power on. It powered on, yet there was static. Silence. Static changed into black, and suddenly white font appeared on screen:

["WHAT IS THE PASSWORD?: 000000000"]

"Of course there has to be a password," Kamui sighed, shaking his breath. He looked over to Minori, then throwing him a reassuring smile. "I bet you're quite happy about it, huh?"

Minori blushed, finding Kamui's word to be held true. He did not want to admit it though, quickly grabbing his notebook and covering his face, saying, "N-not exactly. I'll note this down though, along with other things."


Minori Watanabe's Notebook

- A lot of the rooms down the hallway we're in might be locked. One of them's locked, but there looks like there's no way to open it?

- We found videotapes titled 'Death #98', 'Death #1', 'Death #128', and 'Death #89'. They're protected by a password.


And what Minori wrote was right, given how every other videotape Kamui tried to play only gave him the same result. Kamui shook his head and began to walk back to the other side of the room, sighing, "Guess we'll keep looking. They're locked."

"Alright." Minori decided to do the same, walking away from the TV and onto his investigation. He began to look through the shelves and boxes himself, rummaging through the area.

A few minutes were spent searching through the room, however it wasn't all for naught. Within minutes, Minori found himself reading something of quite great interest. It had caught his attention, and he knew it was immediately important, especially with what the file had said:

["File #354:

Please do remember to take caution over the participants for the tests. Be mindful that these participants must be put through the common procedure- most importantly, the procedure concerning the loss of memory. This is highly important, for if this procedure is not taken into action, Libertas will be in jeopardy. There are certain other procedures and plans that can be taken as well, but our priority is to keep these participants' memories jaded."]

Minori could only frown in response. So our memories were erased. I shouldn't even be surprised anymore at this point, but it still irks me… He slowly took out his notebook and began to jot his thoughts down first.


Minori Watanabe's Notebook

- File #354 talks about erasing memories of the 'participants'. Did we really decided to willingly participate in this though? Then again, considering Libertas' reputation and its false hope of solving overpopulation…

- The file confirms the idea our memories had been erased, if that wasn't obvious enough.


Finishing his notes, Minori quickly finished his investigation and walked over to Kamui who wiped the sweat off from his forehead. The mortician eyed him with interest, and Minori passed the file to him.

Kamui took it slowly to read it, then frowning upon its contents. He passed it back to the shorter man who kept it secured into his notebook. The mortician sighed. "Well, at least we know Libertas were meticulous in their plan for the killing game."

Minori nodded his head slowly. "That's true, but it makes me very worried. They definitely are something incredible."

"Yeah…" Kamui bit into his lips. He thought for a moment before looking over to the workers, then back to Minori. "I'm assuming we're done here then. Have you searched everything?"

Minori smiled softly. "Yeah."

Kamui nodded his head and slowly walked over to the door. He placed his fingers around the handle, then turned back to Minori who walked his way. "We'll check if the doors down the hall are locked."

"I know." The pseudologist chuckled. "Hopefully not. If so, then we'll go back to see if Kaniza's around."

Kamui smiled at that, then opened the door. The duo made their way back to the hall, going down, first moving to the aforementioned locked door.

Minori pointed at it, then pointed to the door that seemed to lack even a handle. Kamui frowned as he looked at it, then sighed and pointed downward. It was a concern that a room wasn't even there with a handle, but they had nothing to do about it, and kicking down the door would only stir trouble, and Minori was confident even that wouldn't work.

So, they continued down the hall. They would continue to find some more doors, and although there were handles on the doors, they were bolted shut. Kamui couldn't pry them open, and neither could Minori. It was beginning to worry them, and the distance between one door from the other seemed to continue growing longer and longer. It was worrying them, but they had no choice but to continue, to risk it. They weren't even sure how long the hallway would extend, or if it would even stop- most likely it would, and at best there would be an elevator or staircase to the next floor. They wouldn't know.

They walked and walked. It took over a couple of minutes or so before they would even begin to see the near end, a wall faraway that blocked entrance elsewhere. There was a final door in that far end, and Minori and Kamui threw each other a look- they couldn't back down, after all.

Once they were near the sight of the wall, their focus was fixated on the door in the middle. It was another metal-plated door, though without a window (or blocked and covered window) in comparison. Luckily, there was a handle there, but upon trying to open it, nothing happened. It was locked, like almost half of the other doors were, and the duo was unsure of what to do.

Though, upon closer inspection, the duo noticed a long, really long code plastered to the bottom right corner of the door: ["01100010011101010110111001101110011110010000110100001010"], it read.

"What does this mean?" Kamui whispered. "... I seriously wish I learned coding now."

"Is it a code for something?" Minori wondered to himself, writing down the numbers into his notebook. He hated how he had to reread and count over each number- truly a nightmare to be held, the worst kind of nightmare.

"It most likely is, or else it wouldn't be there," the mortician murmured. "But… would a code this long work as a password?"

Minori would've said yes, but his thoughts were disrupted as he heard the sounds of distant footsteps from behind.

Shit, I shouldn't be surprised. Our luck is really running dry today. Minori's heart was racing, but he had no choice but to disregard it. He quickly grabbed ahold of his gun and pointed it, Kamui's eyes widening as he immediately understood what was going to happen. Kamui quickly followed, pointing his gun out as they anticipated the worst.

I shouldn't even have to point a gun! Minori found himself screaming in the inside, hating how sweaty he already was. He hated how the footsteps were becoming louder and louder, and he hated how his finger was close to the trigger. God, just turn around and leave us.

Yet, that was only wishful thinking.

Those footsteps became louder and louder, and soon a figure of the worker came to the duo's line of sight. The worker was walking over towards them for some reason, and the duo could only assume they were actually beginning to look for them- the Ultimates.

Which would make Minori say, "About fucking time!" but: one, he was not in the mood to cuss right now; two, the situation was dire and he had no time to ponder anymore; and three, his focus was fixated on that damn gun.

"Ah, damn, it's the guy you knocked out earlier."

Minori's eyes widened at Kamui's words, and everything made sense. He would've sighed in relief that people weren't chasing them, but at the same time he felt nothing more than fear and anxiety.

The worker immediately saw the duo and began to charge, charge straight at them with his bruised face and body.

Minori quickly threw Kamui a look: "Don't shoot."

The mortician nodded his head as the worker charged. Kamui immediately cocked the gun to its handle and slammed it into the worker's face. The worker fell back.

Kamui pointed the gun at the worker, but was suddenly tripped. He let out a soft cry as he fell, Minori's eyes widening as he charged at the worker and tackled him to the ground.

The pseudologist rolled around with the worker for a while before feeling his body being grinded into the floor. His face was buried into, and he felt rough hands pinning his arms together. His gun was roughly grabbed and it pointed at Kamui.

Bang!

Kamui's finger was on the trigger as well as the worker's. The mortician gritted into his teeth as he fell to his knees.

The grip on Minori's arms loosened, and the pseudologist couldn't help but cry out in shock as the worker's body collapsed to the ground. He felt hot liquid on his back, and it was obvious that it was blood.

"Oh god!" Minori quickly scooted back, eyes dilated. In front of him now was the worker, having been shot in the head and bleeding, painting the floor. The pseudologist felt sick to his stomach. He had seen so many different types of murder before, yet to see one being caused so suddenly in front of his face just scarred him. He couldn't help but tear up, shaking his head. "Kamui, what the hell?"

"You already know that I would rather kill him than have you dead!" Kamui cried out, though in a hushed manner. He quickly grabbed ahold of Minori's hands and forced him to his feet. "We need to get going," he spoke, as calmly as he could. He completely disregarded the body he had just disposed of. "I'm sure people heard that, even if we're all the way here. Kaniza and the others might be in danger."

"True…" Minori bit into his lips. "Ugh, why're you so calm?"

"I'm not." And Minori instantly noticed how shaky Kamui's hands were. He looked over to the mortician whose body was completely trembling, cold sweat trickling down his forehead. "God, we should've restrained that worker or something… Too late to change reality though. We have to move."

"Kamui…" Minori slowly let go of Kamui's hands. He eyed him for a moment, then forcing himself to smile. I need to calm down. I can't let my emotions get the best of me. "I got it. I'm worried about Kaniza and the others too."

"Yeah, hopefully they can manage themselves." Kamui then began to walk back, throwing on a fatherly, stern stance. "Let's get going."

And the silly pseudologist would follow, ignoring the dead body behind him, and completely forcing himself to forget the memory that slowly ran through his head.


"You know, I never would've pegged you as the Ultimate Pseudologist!" A cheerful smile escaped the lavender-haired young man's face. "I know we just met and all, but you really don't look like a pseudologist, y'know? You're too timid."

"I'm… sorry?" The pseudologist frowned. He wouldn't necessarily call himself timid, but rather solemn. "I just don't like conversing with people."

"Nah, we can change that." And the young man threw a hand out. "Seiga Kosoku, Ultimate Stunt Double. The others don't seem to be here yet, but I know a friend of mine's been accepted! She's really cool."

"Friend…" The pseudologist honestly never expected somebody to say such a term. Nonetheless, he took Seiga's hand and shook it. "Minori Watanabe. Pleasure to meet you… uh, Mr. Seiga?"

"No misters and misses here! We're buddies, y'know?" Seiga easily patted the white-haired man's head, smiling widely. "We're both Ultimates, after all."

And Minori would blush, suddenly finding himself flustered. "Y-you want to be buddies with me?"

Seiga threw his arms around the pseudologist. "Of course, you look like a cool person! I'm more than willing to befriend anyone and everyone, of course- oh, other than my stupid, amazing brother though!"

"Brother?"

And Seiga would smile at him again, beaming. It would cause Minori's face to become red, and it would stay red as the door opened, and everyone slowly began to come inside to greet themselves to one another.

And Minori's head would hurt. His heart would throb, for he knew he shouldn't be feeling this way.

He was an awful person, especially because he committed nothing but murder.

A sick, sick person who deserved nothing but hatred and disgust.

He was a liar for a reason, and it sickened him to his stomach.

It sickened him even though he knew he was going to use that lie of his for a long time- that he was a normal, normal person who was an Ultimate and just a simple high schooler.

Sad.

Truly, it was a tragedy.


And that is the end of this chapter! We are here at the finale, and I want nothing more than to finish off this story with a bang, haha. There's a lot of things that has to be uncovered, so hopefully I can uncover everything smoothly. Probably not, but I'll try my best!

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