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Yaomomo awoke alone in her dimly lit room to the muffled sound of a clicking noise. She sighed, sitting up. Why do I feel so groggy and disgusting..?
She slid off of the plush mattress of her canopy bed, sliding her bare feet into a pair of slippers. She looked around. My room's an absolute mess... What exactly happened here again? Upon changing into her spare outfit, she found herself standing over her vanity, still trying to recall what happened, when it suddenly hit her.
I'm not sick anymore.
But for some reason, with her mind still foggy with the aftereffects, she couldn't connect that with any solid facts.
Suddenly, there was a rapid series of soft knocks on her door. She picked herself up and strode across her room, opening it to reveal Denki huddled behind it.
"Yaomomo- o-of course, you're well again- um, there's been a- a death," he said, his voice downcast and stricken with grief. For a moment, she just stared blankly at him, her eyes wide. Then she seemed to wilt, her posture slumping, eyes downcast and clouded.
"Another death..?" she muttered, half to herself, her dull silver eyes unshifting as she gazed at the floor while Denki watched on, misty-eyed and slightly offput by her behavior. "Why... does this keep happening?"
Why does it even matter anymore? Why does this game have to keep taking our friends' lives?
Why does it transform everyone into monsters and murderers?
"Um.. Y-Yaomomo..?" Denki broke into her thoughts with his shaky voice. "Do you want to... see the body?"
The body... Another human being, who had been alive and speaking just yesterday, reduced to an empty corpse, never to smile or walk or speak again.
Why should I want to know who it was? Why... why must this go on?
"Okay," was her simple response.
Denki led her outside, down the hallway of the dorms.
A body, hanging from the ceiling by its neck, wires sparkling and coiled around its neck.
A canvas of weeping puncture wounds in its stomach, blood flowing from the magenta holes in a heavy stream of fluid, dripping to the floor.
An empty hole where its left eye once was, a dark pit that sagged at the edges and revealed a mess of torn tissue and bleeding veins, nerves that have been ruptured and leaking liquids. An empty hole crying a river of blood that flowed over its face and down its chin, staining the skin magenta.
An eyeball endorning a vermillion colored iris, covered with blood and mucus, obviously torn out in cold blood and left to rot, speared through with a knife, a knife that lay on the floor below, ringed with blood.
A hanging corpse, horribly damaged and devoid of life...
A corpse who was once a human being, a living entity with feelings and thoughts.
A person, who went by the name of Eijirou Kirishima.
"Wh-what..?" Yaomomo stared at the body in horror. The three members of the Big Three -Mirio, Tamaki, and Nejire- as well as Tsuyu were all huddled below the corpse. Yaomomo noted that the Despair Sickness had, in fact, been cured overnight with the death, since Tamaki, Tsuyu, and herself were all healthy again.
"Another death," Mirio said grimly. "Denki, I'll go get the others, unless you want to..?"
"No, it's fine. I'll... stay by the... body..." Denki's voice trailed off as he stared at the corpse of someone who had once been his friend.
Yaomomo, Denki, and Nejire stood with the body. Tamaki had opted to follow Mirio, silent but clearly unable to take looking at his dead friend's body, and Tsuyu went to fetch the students on the other floor. This left them behind to keep watch. In no time, the entire class had gathered.
"Ei-Eijirou?!" Izuku screamed.
"How cruel... poor Eijirou..." Tooru whimpered, staring wide-eyed up at him.
"I hope he's happy with Katsuki and Mina now," Mashirao murmured. "Maybe they'll all make up in the afterlife."
Does an afterlife even exist?
Would there really be such a happy ending, after this hellscape?
Maybe it's better not to look at all, not to care.
Then it wouldn't be so bad, right?
"Who knows? Upupu!" Monokuma suddenly appeared, tablet at hand -at paw?- and laughing. The class jumped in surprise.
"It looks like my Sickness worked! How wonderful!" He grinned, flashing his pearly whites.
"Your Sickness worked?! How insensitive is that?!" Nejire sobbed.
"Sensitivity isn't exactly my strong spot, if you can't tell," Monokuma laughed. "And now that your dear Fumikage has gone and passed, somebody's gotta do your autopsy, and it ain't gonna be me! Have fun kids! Upupupu..!"
Monokuma threw the tablet at the nearest person -Tamaki- who hastily managed to catch it, his eyes widening as he eyed the File nervously. The file on his dead work partner... he's probably upset.
"I'll take it," Mirio said, taking the tablet from him. "I guess... we're going to have another trial. It's time to investigate."
Investigation : Start!
"What Monokuma said was kinda true," Tooru said slowly. "We need a body inspector, and someone who knows how to do it."
Body inspector... toy with the corpse a little, poke around and figure out what happened. I think I could manage that...
"I'll do it," Yaomomo spoke up. "I think I can."
"You? Are you sure about that, Yaomomo?" Shouto side-eyed her.
Oh. Of course. He's remembering how I reacted to Kyouka's body.
Well, that's in the past. I was weaker then. Weak, and foolish.
"It doesn't really matter. I'll do it, since nobody else wants to." She looked up and glanced around to see if anybody was going to contradict her second statement. Of course, nobody did. They were staring at her like she was crazy for taking such a job.
"Come on, then. We're wasting investigation time," Mezou cut in sharply. Yaomomo was genuinely surprised he'd actually shown up.
Maybe he's given up too. Decided to follow the rules.
"Let's get to work," Mirio said. "First, we have to get the body down. Then, Yaomomo can take the body. The rest of us can split up to cover the area around it."
Why does this all matter so much anyway? Just to live... won't we all die sometime anyway? Killed for our sins, whether by God or by Justice? Why work so hard, when so many have already perished?
"Come on, Yaomomo. Izuku and I can help you with the body," Shouto said, instantly snapping Yaomomo out of her haze. She blinked, gazing into his mismatched eyes for a second before looking away, opting to stare at Eijirou's hanging feet instead.
In that moment, she felt something bitter rise in her, seeing Izuku at Shouto's side. It reminded her that she, no matter what she did, would never amount to anything compared to him.
It reminded her of how insignificant she was, of how all of them were.
So why should it matter?
Why do I still care..?
"Okay." Yaomomo shoved her emotions aside and stepped towards the body. "We're going to have to get it down, but I also want to see the way the wire is looped, up there. I need a stepladder."
"There might be one in the closet," Mirio suggested. "I'll go get it."
Izuku, Shouto, and Yaomomo hovered awkwardly around the body while Mirio and Tamaki went to fetch the stepladder. They came back carrying it.
Yaomomo gratefully took it and stepped up, inspecting the coil around Eijirou's neck. It was a bundle of wires, some broken and sparkling. The ceiling tile that would've concealed the wires had been removed. It looked like someone had taken off the tile and loosened the lines, so that they could be used as a hasty alternative to a rope or cord.
"We can take the body down now," She called down. At her prompting, Mirio and Shouto worked to help her bring the body down, delicately lowering him to the floor.
Yaomomo stepped down from the stepladder and put it to the side. She stared down into Eijirou's bloody, blank face for a moment. To think he had been alive and breathing just yesterday... no, she didn't even want to think about it.
She sighed and crouched down, staring at the multitude of wounds in the body's abdomen. Where to start..?
What did Fumikage always do?
She began inspecting the stab wounds in Eijirou's abdomen first. With no other option to see them more clearly, she looked around in need of a sharp object. I need to slash the clothes...
"Shouto, do you have a knife, or scissors?" She asked, turning to the slightly taller male. His eyes widened, as if he were surprised. Surprised that I could do my job exactly like Fumikage, who had been indifferent and tactical?
How silly... of course I can...
After all, what else can I do?
Shouto shook his head. "No, but I can go get some. Come on, Izuku." The two strode off in search of the item Yaomomo had requested. She noticed that Izuku seemed to have a bit more energy and strength in his steps compared to before.
She turned back to her work and decided to take the time to continue investigating Eijirou's corpse instead. Namely, the eyeball impaled on the bloody knife by his hand. It'd been under his corpse previously.
She picked it up and turned it over in her fingers and looked back to Eijirou's hand. It was limp and splattered with blood, the splashes shaped like poisoned raindrops and pointing down his fingers. Dead.
The eyeball on the knife was misshapen and bloody, the broken veins and nerves still attached to it. The back of it was red and dripping, dented and squished, as if someone had toyed and tussled with it. How odd. She set the item down on the floor, exactly how she'd found it. She needed the blade she'd sent Shouto for to cut away his clothes, so it was impossible for her to inspect the wounds as of the moment.
Circling around the corpse, however, Yaomomo could see the damage on his body. There was a heavy bloodstain on his front- clearly, he'd been stabbed violently in the abdomen, considering the amount of blood drawn. There was also a stab in the back that was bleeding less heavily. A gash on his arm ripped his blood-splattered clothes.
As she circled back, around the corpse, she noticed something sticking out of Eijirou's pocket. It looked like a crumpled piece of paper. She kneeled down and tugged at it, removing it from the pocket.
"A... map?"
The sheet bore a very sketchy version of what looked like a map, written in pencil and smudged from the creases in the paper. For a moment, it was all just a mess of lines to her. She stared at it, wondering what it could ever mean.
Then she realized.
It's a map... she thought, turning the paper over. ...of the vents.
The crisscrossing lines, the many labels in letters and numbers, the symbol key in the bottom left corner; a blacked out rectangle meant a vent cover. The whole thing was a three-dimensional side view of layers of vent systems, stacked like a tower. It showed clear routes for all the rooms, too; an extra section on the right of the paper showed the fifth and sixth floors in higher intricacy, due to the number of classrooms and more dense vents.
Yaomomo was just folding the map, ready to store it for the trial, when someone approached her from behind.
"Hey, Yaomomo? Could you spare a moment?" She jumped, bouncing into a squat so her feet were both flat and stable on the ground. She swiftly tucked the map under her belt and turned her head, looking up to meet Mirio's blue eyes. Tamaki was still at his side. Nejire had clearly branched off to help out elsewhere.
"U-Umm... sorry for scaring you..." Tamaki muttered, eyes averted to the side.
"It's fine. What is it?" Yaomomo stood up, wiping off her hands on her skirt.
"The Monokuma File," Mirio cut in. "You're the body investigator; you should see it!" He handed the black and white tablet to her.
Yaomomo took the tablet and clicked it on, scanning over its contents.
Case V
Victim: Eijirou Kirishima
All Wounds: There are multiple stab wounds in his abdomen. His left eye is ripped out. There are light burns on his neck. Furthermore, there is a gash on his arm and a single stab wound in his back.
When: ~0:50
"So it doesn't give the fatal wound, or weapon," Yaomomo muttered under her breath. "But it gives the time. Here." She handed it back to Mirio, storing the facts in her brain for later. "I'm done with it."
Mirio gave her a warm smile. "You'd be a great detective, you know? Our own personal Ultimate Detective."
"Please," she huffed, her voice devoid of energy. "I'm just an Affluent Progeny. I only took up Hanta's job because we needed someone to after he died, and Monokuma sort of gave me the role anyway."
"You're a great detective, really," Tamaki said softly. "You've solved two cases for us already..."
"It's nothing," Yaomomo murmured.
Tamaki eyed her again, as if wanting to say something else, when a certain someone came running back and cut him off.
"Hey, Yaomomo! I got you scissors." Shouto called at that moment, and all eyes turned to him. Izuku was still at his side.
"Thanks." She took the twin blades gratefully before leaning back down and carefully cutting apart Eijirou's shirt. She ripped back the cloth to reveal the gaping, weeping wounds underneath.
She heard Tamaki take a sharp intake of breath behind her and Izuku gasp. In the corner of her eye, she saw him turn away and shut his eyes. "That's... those wounds are deep," Shouto commented, clearly unnerved by how Fumikage-like Yaomomo was handling the body.
Why does everyone have to act so surprised?! I mean, it's not that hard, is it?
"Why are you all looking at me like that?" Yaomomo asked softly, gray eyes vacant, as she began to inspect the depth of the wounds, poking into it with her finger to test it. This caused blood to bubble up and soak her skin, but she didn't seem to mind.
"W-Well, you're literally sticking your finger into a dead body! How do you want us to react?!" Izuku wailed.
"It's sort of easy, if you consider it for a moment," Yaomomo stated in a matter-of-fact tone. "Just don't think emotionally. Look at it from a different lens. In the future, when this is all over, it won't matter. None of it will matter at all. Eijirou won't matter, and neither will Kyouka, and Fumikage, and Katsuki, and Hanta, and Ochako, and all of those who have been wiped from the face of this planet already."
"That's so- so-"
"So cruel?" she asked. "What part of this game isn't? We can't do anything about it. We can only live in it."
Silence followed, the squishing of her fingers in the wound being the only sound.
"Anyway, these wounds are deep. They likely punctured vital organs," she said, pulling her hand back. Her finger was soaked to the knuckle in blood, dripping with mucus and dashed with an odd, fleshy substance. Behind her, Izuku involuntarily gagged.
"We should investigate around the body now," Shouto suggested, keeping his cool. "I'm going to investigate the stairs. I noticed something starkly unnatural earlier, coming downstairs. Come on, Izuku."
He and his boyfriend started walking away when he suddenly turned again and called, "Hey, Yaomomo! I'll give you my account later. I think it'll be useful."
"Okay," Yaomomo called half-heartedly. She had already began looking around, absorbed in her work.
The carpet directly below the body was bloodstained, which seemed natural considering the body itself was dripping blood, the fluid having created a stain trailing down Eijirou's leg. However, Yaomomo still felt like there was way too much blood on the floor if the corpse had only dripped from hanging. She decided to keep it in the back of her head as she continued circling around.
She swiftly noticed that the carpet in front of the 1-A classroom's door -which was near the body- was matted with a small amount of blood. Intrigued, she entered the room. Standing inside the small triangular space, lit by the single yellow lamp on the ceiling, she quickly realized what was irking her.
The cabinet.
There was a small square cabinet in the corner of every dormitory common space. That was common knowledge. However, the one in this room looked... off.
It's backwards. Yaomomo suddenly realized, her eyes widening, that the cabinet was facing the wrong way. Normally, the drawers, with their tiny brass knobs, would be facing the entry doorway from the hall. Now, it was facing Eijirou's door.
Right. These are Eijirou and Katsuki's dorms... Yaomomo stepped up to the Bodybuilder's dorm door and brushed her fingers over the brass nameplate. Her fingers left a streak on the metal, which swiftly faded.
She sighed and turned on her heel, exiting the common area. Next to the 1-A dorm was a supply closet. If the killer wanted to spread out the evidence, they might put it in two different rooms next to each other... since it'd be too risky for them to take it to another area entirely.
As she approached the closet, however, another object on the floor, one that shone with a silver sheen, caught her eyes. "A paperclip?" she murmured to herself, bending down and picking it up. It was a paperclip, an everyday little metal thing. It was completely bent out. I'll keep it in mind.
She dropped the item and opened the closet door, allowing light to spill into the small, dusty space. And just as she expected, there was something laying on the floor, on top of some cardboard boxes. She carefully picked it up to examine it.
The ceiling tile, she realized as she turned it over. There was no blood on it, but that was to be expected, since removing a tile over the corpse without dropping it would keep it clean. Again, it probably doesn't mean anything new, but I'll keep it in mind...
Yaomomo left the door open and laid the tile back where she found it. She stepped into the hall and turned to the stairs. As soon as she saw her, Nejire looked up from her work over a large potted plant by the landing and called her over.
"Yaomomo! I found something!" She approached the bluette. She was hovering anxiously over something in the pot. She'd obviously upturned a lot of the soil, since there was dirt on her hands and under her fingernails.
Lying in the pot was a knife. There was sticky blood that covered the silver blade nearly to the hilt. Small clumps of soil coated the long-dry liquid like flies to a rotten body. Looks like a kitchen knife, Yaomomo noted. She lifted it up gingerly by the handle.
"I found it buried in the plant," Nejire said. "I thought the dirt looked a little messy and upturned, so I dug it up."
"Alright. Thanks, Nejire." Yaomomo placed the knife back in the pot. Everyone cares so much that even the Ultimate Beauty Pageant Star would dirty their hands just to find a piece of evidence that wouldn't even matter in a week, wouldn't matter when you're dead, would mean nothing to the dozen of dead among our ranks.
How... how silly.
"Ah, Yaomomo. You came." Shouto looked up. He was sitting on the first landing in the middle of the stairs. Izuku was sitting at his side.
There were slashes in the carpet covering the stairs, ripped and frayed edges of hard fabric sticking up. When Yaomomo bent down to inspect the rips, she noticed the faint speckles of blood among the frays and cuts.
"Yeah, there are the bloody slashes in the carpet. That was what I was looking at earlier. Anyway, I wanted to give you my own account. Come on, sit down here." Shouto patted the carpet to his left, since Izuku was at his right. Yaomomo took the opportunity gratefully, content to be at his side.
"Last night, I was awoken at about midnight by a banging noise. I got up to investigate, and realized that the wooden barricade I'd put up over the vent had been broken down. The vent grate had fallen as well. When I looked down the vent, however, nobody was there. There was a bend in the vents just down to the left of my vent entrance, so maybe they crawled over there to hide.
"Anyway, I got nervous and left the room. I had been staying at Izuku's, since he had been locked in mine. I stayed at Mirio's for the night. When I was on my way to the upstairs dorm in the morning, I saw Eijirou's body. I had been carrying my blanket and pillow, so I quickly went back to the room to drop it off. I entered to find the room a mess.
"Someone had clearly entered and ransacked Izuku's dorm, where I had been residing. The vent cover had been bashed down again. There was a weight on the floor next to it, so I suppose the vent intruder had re-entered after I left. However, sweeping over my room, nothing had been taken."
"Are you absolutely sure nothing had been taken?" Yaomomo asked. "How could you possibly keep track of every little thing that was in the room? It's Izuku's, not yours."
"I don't own much," Izuku spoke up. "There's nothing fancy in it, unlike the other Ultimates' themed stuff. There was my extra sets of clothes, my bed and the things that came with it, like the slippers, sheets, and pillow; my notepad, which I hadn't used; a pen, the toiletries and spares in the cabinet, and a pack of tissues. That's all." He'd reeled off the list with ease.
"I confirm what he just said," Shouto said. On the desk was the one pen and the completely unused notepad. I'd actually started using it during my stay. I only filled in the top page, though, and it hadn't been taken. I hope you don't mind," He added to Izuku, who shook his head good-naturedly.
"Okay, then. Can I go see the room?" Yaomomo inquired. "Have you cleaned any of it up?"
"Of course not. There'd been a murder. My focus had been on telling everyone about it so investigation could begin." Shouto's voice was surprised, which seldom happened.
"Ah, of course. Anyway, can I go see?" Yaomomo asked her first question again.
"Sure. I'll continue the account as we walk." Shouto got up, Izuku following suit. The three of them went up the stairs and towards Izuku's dorm.
As the trio reached the landing, however, Yaomomo noticed something on the floor. "Is this a... bloodstain?" She knelt down to inspect the off-color stain in the carpet about a meter from the landing.
"It appears so," Izuku said grimly. Shouto nodded in affirmation.
"It's in a strange place. We'll figure it out later, I think," he said. "Come on, now. We can take a look at the dorm."
They continued walking.
"Now, despite finding my room a mess, I dropped the blanket and pillows on the bed and left," Shouto said, continuing his account. "I went back and told Mirio and Tamaki, and Nejire of the crime. I got Tsuyu and Denki along the way. I was out getting everyone when Denki got you."
Shouto reached the 1-I room door and opened it, stepping into the small common area. He reached into his pocket and pulled out Izuku's key.
"You have that?" Yaomomo asked.
"Of course. On my way out the dorm, I'd grabbed both my own and Izuku's key. I also locked my own door. Since the doors are only lockable using the keys, it was to keep Izuku in." Shouto turned the knob and pushed the door open, casting a strip of light over the dorm.
He was right. It was a complete and utter disaster. The bed had been stripped, obviously in a haste as the blankets and sheets lay in a heap on top of the bare mattress. The drawers of the cabinet and dresser were slightly ajar, and the bathroom door was wide open as well. The notebook was on the floor, the top page indeed filled with notes in Shouto's messy scrawl.
"As you can see, the room has been wrecked by someone, probably in search of something. And yet they didn't take a thing... how curious," Shouto remarked.
"Funny," Yaomomo muttered. She stepped into the room and approached the vent. There was a wooden barricade, slightly dented and lying on the floor. The vent cover was lying on top of it. There was a weight next to it.
Yaomomo crouched down by the weight and rolled it over. It was a mere fifteen pound weight, so it gave easily.
She got back up and wandered around the room idly, checking the drawers and desk. "It does look like whoever had broken in had been searching for something," she concluded. "But according to you, Shouto, nothing is missing."
"Yes," he confirmed. "Ah, and I think we should go collect some accounts now, like last time," he continued. "It helped last time, didn't it?"
"Okay," Yaomomo said placidly, following him out of the dorm.
Once outside, Izuku suggested, "Maybe we should see who last saw Eijirou. Figure out his situation, or something like that."
"Alright... since both of you had been in confinement for the last few days, I don't think either of you saw anything. I last saw him in the dining hall yesterday morning. He wasn't eating much. We parted ways and I didn't see him again all day," Shouto said.
"Who's closest to him?" Izuku asked.
"Katsuki was his closest companion, but he's dead," Yaomomo stated bluntly. "Most of his friend group is gone, actually. Just Denki is left."
"Then let's go find him," Shouto concluded, walking away. "Come along, now."
The trio found Denki downstairs. He was hovering over the body, having adjusted Eijirou's body into a more comfortable position, so he -like Kyouka- appeared as if he were merely sleeping, and could awaken at any moment, smile, and get on with his day.
Of course, that was a fantasy. A fantasy that was a broken creation of their poisoned minds, a useless shimmer of hope in a dark world that only spoke of sickness and death.
"Hey, Denki," Yaomomo said softly, as to avoid startling him. The electric blonde looked up with tear-filled, dreary eyes.
He looks so tired.
"We wanted to ask for your account," Shouto said. "Since you knew Eijirou relatively well."
"U-Umm... I wouldn't say that, but I did see Eijirou yesterday," Denki replied, his voice small and meek. Yaomomo leaned forward slightly to hear him. "He was in the kitchen... I was passing by and saw him walk out. It must've been mid-afternoon when that happened."
"Alright. Thank you, Denki," Shouto said.
"Anything else? Maybe over the past week, anything odd?" Yaomomo prodded. Denki fidgeted, as if uncomfortable with her blank gray stare fixed on him.
"Err... he wasn't eating much, I think..." he managed. "That's it."
"Okay, then. Thanks, Denki," Yaomomo finished. As soon as she did, she noticed a flicker of movement in the corner of her eye. She jumped, glancing down the corridor she just had her back to, and spotted Mezou strolling away.
"Oh, Mezou," Yaomomo called, hastily giving chase after him. Mezou turned to glare down at her.
"What do you want?" He hissed.
"Your account," she said, as if it were the most obvious thing.
"Why should I give my time and sightings to you?" he asked darkly. "You're all just traitors and killers who'll take each other's trust and information, before backstabbing them. Selfish, miserable rats," he grumbled.
"Didn't Fumikage tell you to keep living, Mezou?" Yaomomo's voice suddenly softened dangerously. She stood on her toes so that they were almost the same height.
"Hm?" Mezou blinked.
"If you have information, and don't give it to us, we might all die, and that'd be your fault," she said grimly. "And you'd die too. How would you preserve Fumikage's memory now?"
Mezou shuddered, his eyes alight with renewed, white-hot anger, followed by sorrow. He wilted into silence. The two stared at each other.
Then he spoke.
"Fine. I saw Eijirou yesterday night. It was eight-thirty. He entered the gym- I was working on my weights, and throwing them across the room, since nobody else usually came in. I had been taking a break, and he rushed in, grabbed something from against the wall, and rushed off."
Yaomomo took in the information, storing it in her mind for later. "Thank you for your account," she said politely, before walking back to Shouto, Izuku, and Denki, who were all waiting for her.
"You got an account out of him?!" Denki murmured.
"It wasn't that hard," she replied promptly. "Anyway, what do you think of this case, Shouto?"
"What do I-? Why are you asking me that, all of a sudden?" The heterochronous male seemed startled by the sudden request.
"Well, you're the Ultimate Theorist, after all. What do you think the motive would've been?" Yaomomo inquired in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Well... it may have been Monokuma's own motive. The Despair Sickness motive," he began slowly. "Maybe someone really did kill in order to stop the illness from spreading further. Also, Monokuma said he had an antidote... he would cure every sick person the moment a death occurred. Perhaps those things would be important to the case."
Yaomomo was about to reply when a bell rang overhead.
"Ding, dong, bing, bong..."
The monitors flickered to life, Monokuma's face endorning all of their screens. "Ahem! Investigation is now over! Please make your way to the elevator ASAP! Upupupu... see you soon!"
With that, the screen flashed to darkness once more.
Wordlessly, the group of students headed downstairs, to the elevator. When all of them had gathered, the doors opened, and they stepped on.
There's so few people left, Yaomomo realized. Me, Shouto, Izuku, Denki, Mashirao, Hitoshi, Tsuyu, Mirio, Nejire, Tamaki, Mei, Tooru, Mezou...
Thirteen of us, and one is a killer.
The blackened of the case, the murderer of Eijirou Kirishima...
Will be revealed in this trial.