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I'm not the killer!" Ochako screamed, her overly-forceful voice sending a jolt down Hanta's spine.

"But can we really believe that?" Fumikage taunted. "After that slip-up? Do you have anything in your defense? Anything to say for all of the lies you've been feeding us?"

"Anything in my- OF COURSE I HAVE EVIDENCE IN MY DEFENSE!" Ochako's eyes were a manic as a cornered animal'. "I-It's obvious I'm not the killer! How could I be when I got beat up by the killer themself?! I have- I have ample proof on my side! Come on, Hanta, Fumikage! Argue until your throats run dry, because no matter what you say, I'M NOT THE KILLER!

"NOT THE KILLER- NOT THE KILLER- NOT THE KILLER!"

Ochako's voice, while spewing such angry words, sounded... fearful. Like she was trying to hide her terror at being in such a situation. Knowing that, Hanta felt a pang of guilt in having to drive her into a corner, killer and avid liar or not.

She's terrified... Hanta met her gaze, and instantly realized she was shaking. Behind a mask of raging flame, she was cowering in fear, hands-over-her-head scared out of her mind.

I don't want to do this... but...

For my sake, and for the sake of everyone else... I have to!

"Come on, Hanta! Bring it!" Ochako challenged with false confidence.

Panic Talk Action : Start!

{Ochako's Audio Clips Hanta's Retorts}

"Why are you suspecting me?" - "You're the only one who could've done it!"

"Wrong! Wrong!" - "Logic and evidence says otherwise, Ochako."

"No! I'd never kill!" - "Can we truly believe that?"

"Stop! Please!" - "I'm sorry, but I must continue!"

"Do you really think I'm the killer?" - "There's no other option!"

"I was jumped by the killer!" - "Can we really believe that lie?"

"Believe me! BELIEVE ME!" - "I'm sorry, Ochako..."

Final Strike!

W = Bloody
A = And
S = State
D = Beaten

"There's no way I'm the killer when I was actually attacked by them!"

"Here is the proof!"

D-A-W-S : BeatenAndBloodyState : Break!

"Ochako. When Izuku found you, you were in a bloody and beaten state. Your clothes were ripped, and there were bleeding cuts all over you," Hanta began.

"Y-Yeah! Because I was attacked!" Ochako retorted, but Hanta could begin to see the terror seeping through onto her expression.

"However, it's likely that you were the killer, and those wounds were inflicted on you by Rikidou with the paring knife. The killer was wielding the needle, and your wounds are too deep to have been made by a needle. A blade is more suitable. Why else would the knife had been washed?"

"So, Ochako, killer of Rikidou," Fumikage hissed. "Are you done lying now?"

"I... I...!" Ochako stammered.

"Let's vote, then, now that that's settled!" Mezou suggested, anger boiling in his voice.

"No. We have to go over the case one more time, and get things straight..." Hanta said. "And when we hear the whole story, we'll have a definitive tale of the case. But... with the story Ochako fed us..."

"Consider her word as a lie for now," Fumikage decided. "It's clear that isn't the truth, not when she knows things she shouldn't have if she were innocent."

"Alright then. With that in mind, I'll go over this case one more time," Hanta announced.

"Here's what happened!"

Closing Argument : Start!

"A short while after dinner, Mezou went to the cafeteria to meet up with somebody. That somebody was the killer. They had given him a note earlier bearing an invitation for tea in the cafeteria at six. However, unbeknownst to Mezou, this was a trap.

"When Mezou arrived, the killer was not there. Instead, he found a cup of tea and a note stating they had a change of plans and had to cancel, but left some tea for him as an apology. Of course, Mezou began to drink the tea. However, the tea had been drugged. Mezou fell unconscious on the spot after drinking it, having fallen into a deep slumber.

"Just a little while later, probably somewhere around six-forty-five, the killer met with Rikidou in the kitchen, under yet another false invitation to bake with them. Rikidou had unknowingly fallen for their trap.

"After they'd gotten the ingredients for mochi out, the killer attacked him with a most peculiar weapon: a sewing needle. Luckily for Rikidou, he grabbed a nearby paring knife and parried their shot, leaving a scratch on the blade from the sharp-ended weapon.

"The two fought back and forth in the kitchen, the killer attacking with their needle while Rikidou parried their hits and sliced at the offender with his own weapon. During their little scuffle, they managed to knock a bag of white mochi flour -mochiko- onto the floor, causing a spillage.

"Finally, the killer managed to drive the needle deep into Rikidou's throat. A lucky hit, too; it stabbed through his windpipe and swiftly killed him.

"Their deed done, the killer started cleaning up the scene. They washed the paring knife, which had their own blood on it from when Rikidou had cut them, and hastily put the baking supplies away all in the nearest cabinet.

"The killer then further messed with the crime scene by moving Rikidou's body into the hallway. They began dragging him, which left a trail of blood. When they realized, they only had time to securely wipe all of the blood and mochiko from the soles of their shoes with a kitchen rag. The rest was left as evidence.

"Finally, their work complete, the killer entered the cafeteria and rubbed some of their own blood from their wounds onto Mezou's sleeve. Since Mezou was sound asleep on top of one of his arms, the killer could only rub blood on one arm. They also took their notes from him to erase evidence. They likely kept them on them and disposed of them privately.

"To finish up the case, the killer ran away and met Izuku, acting terrified and giving a false story of a blackout, being jumped, and fleeing. However, that isn't the case...

"Isn't that right, Ochako Uraraka? You were the killer all along, weren't you?"

Break!

The world was crashing down on her head.

Ochako's eyes flickered from classmate to classmate, friend to friend, fear clashing with anger clashing with sorrow. Her anger had completely drained out of her after Hanta's groundbreaking conclusion, leaving her feeling like a deflated balloon.

Terror was coursing through her veins. Her lungs felt like they were collapsing onto themselves, her heart thrashing to break out of her chest, her stomach twisting into a knot and drowning itself in its own acidic saliva.

What can I say to defend myself?

How could I have made such a horrible slip?

Just a few mistakes is all she had to make, it seemed, to destroy her intricate web of silky lies.

"As Hanta had stated many times, the evidence is clear. I'm surprised all of you were dense enough to not suspect her from the very start," Fumikagetched.

"H-Hey, Fumikage, don't be like that!" Izuku cried. He turned to Ochako. "Ochako, he's got to be wrong, right? There's no way you'd lie, I'm sure! Everything Hanta and Fumikage said had to have been wrong, right? Right?!"

Ochako didn't answer.

There was no way she could tell Izuku that they were right.

"Have any of you ever read a mystery novel? How the murderer always covers up the murder? How they always put up a scheme to blame it on another?" Fumikage shook his head. "She obviously managed to trick all of you, but it seems she wasn't clever enough."

"But- But she had been attacked by the murderer!" Nejire started to jump to Ochako's defense, whose heart ached with guilt, her eyes stinging. "She said that she'd been jumped and ran..." They trusted me so much...

"Were you even listening?" Fumikage snapped. Nejire winced at his harsh tone.

"Remember what Hanta had explained to us already. Shecan lie, and very well, it seems," Shouto said thoughtfully. "After all, who was the one who so swiftly tried to turn us on Mezou?"

"Hanta's story was rather clear. This case seems to have been solved, at last." Tamaki's fearful eyes were edged with something colder, something darker: anger. "You're the murderer, aren't you?"

His words crashed down on Ochako's ears. She jumped back fearfully.

"I... I'm not... the murderer..." is all she managed to whimper one final time in defense of her now-obvious crime.

"It's all clear, now, isn't it, kero?" Tsuyu suddenly said. Ochako turned to face her friend, whose voice was trembling and gaze lowered.

"Ochako. You killed Rikidou, lied to us, and tried to frame Mezou... why?" Tsuyu looked up to meet Ochako's wide brown eyes with teary jade ones. "Why would you do this, kero?"

Ochako didn't -couldn't- answer. Tsuyu's pitiful expression was too much for her to bear holding. In that moment, she felt as if someone had thrown her into a frozen lake, as if her lungs were filling with water and her heart was turning to ice.

She had been defeated once again, and there was no redemption this time.

"Well, are we done here?" Shigaraki suddenly asked. Monokuma jumped down and waddled up to his podium when nobody responded.

"If you're all finished with discussion, it's voting time! Please vote by pointing the lever in front of you at the culprit! Be sure to double check and triple check your choice using the panel in front of you!" Monokuma reminded cheerfully.

Ochako stared down at her own lever, which pointed straight up at the ceiling. There was a tiny panel under it on the railing of her podium. As of right now, it was blank. As she shoved it down, it pointed at Katsuki, who was directly across the circle from her. On the little panel, the name'KATSUKI BAKUGOU' flashed into existence.

Ochako swallowed a mouthful of bitter spit. Guilt constricted her throat, clouded her thoughts. It's all my fault. I shouldn't push it on someone else.

She reached forward with a trembling hand and flicked the lever backwards. The name on the panel flickered and changed.

'OCHAKO URARAKA.' That was the name on her panel.

She flashed a glance around the circle apprehensively. As her classmates and friends began to figure out how the levers worked, more and more began to point at her, until she felt like she was an intruder on enemy territory and the guards had their guns on her throat.

Even that was more than she deserved, though.

I deserved this... Ochako thought sadly. All my friends, my classmates... for them to turn on me and hate me... that's all I deserve.

But I did what I had to, right? I'm a hero, aren't I? For the sake of saving people, of saving my family, I did what I had to...

So why does it hurt so much?

Ochako's gaze suddenly met Tsuyu's once again. The frog girl's eyes were teary, her expression one of sorrow, of betrayal. Unable to continue seeing her friend in such despair because of her own actions, Ochako turned, only to find herself caught in Nejire's sad, sky-blue stare. With another pivot, she was ensnared in Izuku's glistening jade gaze.

She kept moving her eyes, unsure of where to look, meeting the horrified, frightened, betrayed, or saddened expressions of her friends -no, former friends- at every turn.

And to think they all trusted me...

"Are you all done? Time for the results!" Monokuma sang happily. He bounced over to what looked like a casino game. It was a golden slot machine, with the sign 'MONOKUMA VOTE' standing proudly over the three columns. The columns appeared to have each of the student's faces on each slide.

Monokuma popped a little gold coin into the machine. The lights on the sign began flashing, and the dials began to rotate.

They soon began to slow. Ochako watched with her heart in her stomach as all three columns clicked into a solid row.

All three images were of her face.

The machine began to spit out a torrent of more golden coins with Monokuma's face engraved in them. The sign that said'GUILTY' underneath the dials began flashing all-too cheerfully.

Class Trial : End!

"You were correct! Ochako Uraraka is guilty!" Monokuma cheered as the music faded. "Hooray!"

"That settles it," Mina murmured. She stared at Ochako with a frown on her face. "Why? Why would you kill him? And why forge such a lie for us?"

Tears were threatening to bubble over her eyes as Ochako met her gaze. She managed to drag up her voice. "I... I had to... My family..." She flinched at the thought, curling her arms around her chest and coiling inwards on herself in a pitiful, defensive position.

"Was it the DVDs?" Tsuyu asked, her voice a mixture of sadness and worry. Ochako nodded, averting her gaze. Her friend's agonized expression was too much for her to bear.

"I saw my mother and my father. Chained, imprisoned... I couldn't bear it. Everything in my life up to this point, I'd done it in the intention of making their lives easier, better... " Ochako began to tremble. "I'm so sorry... I had to do it."

A beat of stunned silence. Then-

"But to go so far as to fight and kill... Why?" Nejire's voice trembled, her tone soft and broken.

It's all my fault.

"I didn't want to, I swear... I was terrified, but I had to, in order to save them... I'm sorry..."

It's all my fault.

"To fall into despair and do as Monokuma wanted- I've failed, haven't I?" Ochako's voice was nothing but a murmur as tears streamed down her face. "I'll never be a true hero, won't I?"

"I-It's alright!" Izuku stammered, coming out of his initial shock. "You'll be a hero! You- you were always a hero!"

A day ago, Ochako would've believed him. A month ago, absolutely. But now, she wasn't quite so sure of his words.

"Well, are we done with the sentiments?" Monokuma interrupted her train of thought. "If so, it's Punishment Time!"

Ochako's heart nearly jerked to a premature stop as his words hung in the air over her like a storm cloud. Then, as their meaning began sinking into her, panic started to flood her veins, constricting her throat and turning her stomach into a puddle of acidic sludge. "Punishment... Time?"

"W-Wait a minute!" Izuku and Nejire both called out in near-perfect sync. "You can't just kill her!" the latter wailed.

"Sorry! Rules are rules!" Monokuma grinned in a crooked, unapologetic way. "She disturbed the peace, and will receive the fair penalty!

"Now, I have prepared a very special punishment for Ochako Uraraka, the Ultimate Mochi Chef! Let's give it everything we've got! It's... PUNISHMENT TIME!"

GAME OVER

Ochako Uraraka has been found guilty. Time for the punishment!

Ochako suddenly felt sick to her stomach. Her mind began to become too clouded with panic for her to even consider an escape route. Her eyes flickered from classmate to classmate, the sound of her breathing becoming louder and louder to her ears.

"G-Guys... I'm sorr-"

A cold metal chain suddenly wrapped around her neck. Her last words were violently cut off as it jerked backwards, taking her down with it as she was dragged out of the trial room, down a tunnel leading out the other side at a rather violent speed. She could see flashes of her classmates' horrified expressions as they were replaced with fear.

"Ochako! Kero!" Tsuyu cried, leaping out and chasing Ochako down the tunnel, though to no avail, since the speed at which Monokuma was dragging her was faster than any rate the jadette could run, leap, or bounce, even if she still had her quirk.

Ochako tried to call out to her best friend, to tell her not to follow her, but the chains around her neck prevented her from making a sound. Not even her constant tugging of them made their metal constraints budge as they pressed against her throat, gagging her.

Suddenly, the bumpy ground beneath her turned into cold, smooth tile. Ochako watched as a large chain-link gate blocked the passage she'd come from, just meters away from her toes. Monokuma slowed down, and she was hauled to a stake in the middle of the massive fenced area.

The execution room was easily the size of several tennis courts side by side. Had she been a bystander and not the one being executed, Ochako would've wondered what kind of executions required this amount of space. In the moment, though, jolts of despairful terror were making their way through Ochako, and it took all her self-control not to vomit, cry, scream, or do all three.

Beyond the chain-link gate, the remaining 21 students had gathered and were now watching her. Most were staring at the ground, or at her in a frozen state of terror, or at Monokuma, who was swiftly tying Ochako to the stake.

Some, however, were rattling the gate, calling out to her.

It was those voices that would echo in her head as her final thoughts.

"Ochako!" Tsuyu sobbed. Through her blurry eyes, Ochako could tell she was crying. "Ochako, I love you! You were... you were the most important person in my life!"

"They say that as long as a person is remembered, they'd be alive," Nejire cried, tears dripping down her face. She was subdued and merely pressing against the chain-link with her hands. In her shadow, Tamaki and Mirio watched her with sad expressions.

"You'll be immortal, Ochako!" she continued. "When we get out of here, I'll- we'll- I'll tell the world about you! You'll live forever! You're loved, everyone loves you!"

"Ochako... Ochako, you were a hero... you were always a hero! You forever will be!" Izuku was crying a river, which was quite expected. "I love you!"

Izuku's words sent a jolt down Ochako's spine. For a moment, her mind cleared, with his words blissfully ringing in her ears, before all the terror that accompanied death gave racing back, sending a heavy pounding up into her ears and skull.

Ochako's gaze drifted down to the chains binding her to the stake. Her arms were pressed to her sides, her fingertips brushing her shoulders. A flash of the thought of escape briefed through her mind when a beeping sound suddenly echoed through the chamber. Her classmates fell silent at once, their eyes fixating on something above Ochako.

Slowly, Ochako looked up to see three gun barrels pointing down at her from their mounted points on the wall in front and above her. Two were in the corners and one was in the middle, between them.

Suddenly, Monokuma jumped out from behind Ochako, her chains apparently successfully fastened. He ran up to stand with his back to the chain link fence, next to the gate so everyone still had full view of the execution room. He whipped out a small metal remote bearing a hot pink button. He pressed the button, grinning maniacally.

Ochako Uraraka's Execution: 1,000 Needles of Gungnir : Executed!

The guns began firing needles at Ochako, showering her with tiny silver pricks. At first, they met her skin and clothes softly and unevenly; some just hit her arm and fell to the floor below her. Maybe I can survive this, she thought, her hope like a light at the end of a shady tunnel.

As soon as she thought that, though, the needles began coming down faster and harder. The guns shuffled from side to side on their conveyor belt on the ceiling, causing rows of needles to impale Ochako's skin on her shoulders, arms, collar, stomach, legs, and sides.

Pain erupted like blistering flares from the impalement points as the number of needles multiplied. Ochako gritted her teeth in an attempt to distract herself from the throbbing, white-hot pain, but to no avail. In fact, the movement only made it worse. Blood began to blossom from her wounds, slowly soaking Ochako's jacket magenta.

She screamed out in pain as the guns started whirling even faster. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, as if flames were dancing under her skin, incinerating her until her nerves were burned away and she were slowly being reduced to a cinder.

Her body throbbed with agony. It was like getting a shot at the doctor's, but multiplied by a thousand, and there were syringes being inserted all over her body. It was numbing, but so painfully fiery, with no end in sight and no relief or breath.

Through the murk of panic at the front of her mind, Ochako could only form one conceivable thought.

I suppose I deserved this.

Tears bubbled down her face as her chest constricted. She could feel the blood dripping from her body, her life seeping out, drenching her clothes, trickling to the floor...

I brought this upon myself, didn't I?

It was my fault. My selfishness, my stupidity... all for what? To save my family... But what hero would end someone's life for the sake of saving another?

The world was starting to dull around her.

And I once thought I was to live past twenty... All those dreams cut short because of my stupid mistake...

One mistake...

Funny how they said mistakes are a part of life. Funny how they said that one mistake doesn't define you.

Funny how they were wrong.

Ochako's breath hitched, tears rolling down her cheeks. The pain was starting to numb. All sound was starting to fade around her. All she could feel now was the cold dampness of her own blood soaking through her clothes, the frozen tips of hundreds of needles impaled in rings around and around her body.

She had become a living pincushion, but not for long.

Through the magenta clouds floating around her eyes, Ochako thought that the shower of needles had stopped. She could now see Tsuyu rattling the chain-link gate, her mouth opening and closing. She might've been screaming, or speaking, but Ochako couldn't tell. She could also dimly make out the shapes of Nejire and Izuku next to her, but their expressions were unreadable.

The silence was deafening, the cold dripping from her body until only a sliver of life remained, her heart fluttering like a drowning bird. Izuku always said I had a strong heart...

The world was tipping, it seemed. Ochako's vision was flickering. She felt her heart finally trip and stutter, and for a moment, she thought it was over.

But the darkness merely began to submerge her, swallowing her slowly, relishing in her despair as she sank deeper and deeper.

Despair.

That's what made me do what I did, right?

I gave in to despair...

Tsu, Izuku, Nejire...

I hope you knew I loved you...

But Izuku... you, of all, truly were my hope.

My last hope... how did I forget you, in my darkest minutes?

The shadows were spreading, her body freezing, the cold depths of death wrapping its slimy tendrils around her.

"Ochako, I love you...!"

"You'll be immortal... you're loved, everyone loves you..!"

"You were always a hero... I love you..!"

Her most beloved friends' words echoed in Ochako's head. They kept repeating, over and over, their familiar voices growing fainter as she slipped away.

"I love you... immortal... hero... I love you... immortal... hero...

"I love you, immortal hero..."

Those words were the last thing Ochako remembered when it all cut off.

"Ochako! Ochako!"

Tsuyu's voice ripped through the deadly still air like a knife through flesh. Her emotions spilled onto the floor like blood from a wound, drowning herself, sinking everyone else into it like quicksand.

She screamed her friend's name -the friend she'd always held closest to her heart, the person she loved most dearly without reciprocation. Her hands wrapped around the metal rods of the fence, rattling the chain-link gate. Tears ran down her face. Her heart was beating at a speed she hadn't realized hearts could reach.

Her friend, her most beloved best friend, Ochako Uraraka, the hero Uravity... was dead.

She looked terrible. Her body hung limply on the stake, the chains keeping her in the same position. Her head lolled unnaturally, her chin brushing her shoulder and dipping, her eyelids having drooped shut. Rows upon rows of needles were impaled all over her body, the pink blood coating their silver lengths and dripping, running, pouring from her wounds, painting her clothes fuchsia and slowly dripping to the ground, giving her the impression of a soaked cat drenched in blood.

Monokuma strolled out and opened the gate, letting himself out of the execution chamber. "Well, that sure was neat!"

"That's all you can say for your horrible execution?" Tamaki asked softly, his voice trembling.

"Hey, it could've been worse!" Monokuma gave a toothy grin. "Now, let's get back up to the school! This'll take a bit to clean up, but let's leave that to the League, shall we?"

Tsuyu couldn't move. She felt rooted to the spot, her hands locked around the chain link, eyes glued to the brunette's dead body as tears streamed down her face and fell to the ground below.

Ochako...

How much suffering did she go through?

The agony of a thousand needles... how much pain did she go through, only to achieve the cold, eternal darkness of death?

Tsuyu ripped her eyes from the terrible sight and pressed her forehead to the cold fence, her eyes squeezed shut. Her breath hitched and she tried not to sob aloud.

"Tsu." She heard a voice beside her and a cold hand brushing over her shoulder. She looked up and realized it was just Fumikage.

"Come on. It's better if we don't gaze upon the scene of the death too long." He began to lead her away, but stopped when he felt Tsuyu stiffen under his touch.

"H-how are you s-so calm about this, kero?" Tsuyu croaked weakly, trying to suppress her cries.

Fumikage's eyes widened in surprise, for the briefest moment, before he dipped his head. "It takes practice," he replied slowly. "To see the limp bodies, the river of blood... it's difficult, I know."

After such a response, Tsuyu wasn't sure whether to be sad, suspicious, or angry. She didn't speak, but let him lead her away.

As they tailed the silent group down the hallway back to the courtroom, Fumikage suddenly spoke up.

"Tsu." She looked up at him. He was facing away from her.

"Remember, you can't cling onto all of our friends' deaths. If you did, you'd drown in grief and fall into despair. We can't do what the villains want us to do, and fall into their trap." He turned to scrutinize her with dark, crimson eyes. "Do you understand?"

For a moment, Tsuyu was silent, contemplating Fumikage's emotionless words. Then-

"No."

Fumikage's eyes widened. He had clearly not been expecting such a response. "Hm?"

"No, I won't let go of their deaths... I can't forget. How they gave in to despair, how they tried to play the villains' game and escape- I'll hold onto them! It's like Nejire said..." Tsuyu's voice trembled. "Tenya, Rikidou, Ochako... as long as we remember them, they'll live on! We'll escape with them. We're Class One-A! We'll make it out together..!"

Fumikage froze as her words trailed off. Then he let out a soft sigh. "Alright. Do as you wish. Just don't forget what I told you."

As he walked ahead, Tsuyu paused, for a moment, thinking she could see a flicker of pink at the edge of her vision. But when she turned, there was nothing.

I guess it's just my mind making me see things...

"Tsu. Come on, everyone's leaving," Fumikage called over his shoulder. She shook herself off and continued walking, focusing on the Nightwalker's back and counting the thread stitches instead, to keep her mind from wandering.

The class spilled into the courtroom, everyone except the two still in a stunned silence. Monokuma jumped up to the throne, which was now empty. Shigaraki most likely was watching the execution, Tsuyu thought with a pang. Tears threatened to spill over her eyes once again at the thought of the death.

"Well, that sure was fun!" The black and white rodent chirped. "Now that we're finished with that whole ordeal, class dismissed!"

"Hold up," Katsuki snarled. "You bastard. You just murdered her in cold blood. How are you so casual about this death shit? You don't give a fuck, do you? DO YOU?"

He suddenly lunged at the bear on the throne. "I'll kill you!"

"Katsuki, no!" Tsuyu jumped in surprise as Tamaki leaped to grab Katsuki's arms. With a swift twist he managed to pin the spiky blonde face-down on the floor.

"Do you not remember what happened to Tenya?" He hissed. Katsuki's eyes widened ever so slightly, as if realizing what would've happened to him, had Tamaki not stopped him.

"Get off of me, Chicken Face," the blonde snarled, but returned grudgingly to his podium when Tamaki released him.

"Phew, you almost had me there! I'm sweating! Wouldn't want a relapse of Tenya's unnecessary loss, would we?!" Monokuma didn't look the least bit remorseful as he giggled. "Now, shoo!"

The group silently filed back onto the elevator. Tsuyu stood against one of the walls, her shoulder brushing Fumikage's arm as they ascended. Through the heads of her classmates, she could see Nejire staring blankly at her feet, her eyes so distant, it was hard to realize she was still the same person.

But then again, are any of us really the same after such a case?

The reality of it all hit her like a bulldozer once more.

To fall into despair, and kill a classmate to escape...

It's happening.

But will it happen again? Or will we have enough hope to survive?

I trust these people... but how should I know how they feel?

For all I know, this may just be the beginning of it all.

Chapter 1 : Rise Up, Star-Touched Hero! : The End | Surviving Students : 21 | To be Continued

Item obtained: Used Sewing Kit