Togami watched Jill carefully as she processed the information about the current state of his hearing, especially keeping an eye on the scissors twirling in her hand. Visual cues were all the warning he'd get if she decided to seize the opportunity to pounce, and he didn't want to miss a critical clue.

But she didn't look like attacking was foremost in her thoughts. Red eyes gleamed a little too sharply in his direction, raking him up and down so intently he nearly took a step backward, and the smile that curled across her lips sent a chill down his spine. A nasty sense of foreboding whispered the words she was about to say, clearly enough that he could read them despite the speed with which she spoke.

"So I can say whatever I want to you?"

The idea that she had worse thoughts running through her head that she didn't speak, that the vile filth she spewed on a daily basis was what she considered fit for public speech, was too horrible to contemplate.

"I can still understand you," he said, trying to make his tone sharp with disapproval. "I'm perfectly capable of reading lips."

"But only if I look at you and speak slowly, right, baby?" There was something creepy about seeing Jill's face contort with wild laughter while he heard only silence. "One step to the side and it's an instant mute button! Man, no wonder Big Mac sent me your way!"

"You've seen him?" Togami demanded. "Where is he? Did he make it downstairs?"

"Safe and sound, so the Ogre says!" Jill said.

Togami felt some of the tension drain from his shoulders in relief. So Naegi had kept his word to go back and find Ogami, the remaining student most capable of keeping him safe. Not that he'd doubted Naegi's intent to do so, but the other boy had a distressing tendency to find trouble no matter how good his intentions might be. A thousand things could have happened to the accident-prone boy between the fourth floor and the dorms — it was good to know they hadn't. But there was one thing that still didn't explain.

"Why did he send you to me?" Togami asked, crossing his arms and glowering at Jill.

She shrugged. "Sorry, baby, but that's all she wrote! I didn't even get to sneak a glimpse of your cutie — all I got was a great big eyeful of Ogre, which is not what a girl needs after a long hard night!"

"And Naegi wasn't with her?" Togami frowned, not liking the sound of that. "Why did she leave him alone?"

"Who knows?" Jill said, with what appeared to be cheerful disregard for her failure to obtain useful information. "Why would I waste time asking the Ogre questions when I could be here at my White Knight's side?"

Togami grimaced. He didn't like having her around at the best of times… but now, unable to hear, having her around felt like a worse idea than ever. He shuddered to think what kind of horrible things she might get up to if he took his eyes off her for a second, now that she knew he couldn't hear her. How was he supposed to keep track of his stalker and investigate at the same time? He was nearly of a mind to send her away again, no matter what Naegi had wanted…

But on the other hand, he had to admit that it wouldn't hurt to have a second pair of eyes searching the room. And if he gave Jill a direct order to fulfill a clearly-defined task, he was fairly certain that she'd do it. With an inexcusable amount of disgusting chatter, of course, but he had plenty of practice ignoring anything that came out of her mouth, even when he'd been able to hear it. As long as she confined herself to words, that might be okay.

"All right, then," he said, lifting his chin imperiously in the hopes that his attitude could override his grimy, exhausted appearance in the genocider's eyes. "Since you're here, you might as well make yourself useful. I have reason to suspect there may have been a weapon stored in this office at some point. Find me evidence that can either prove or disprove that theory."

"A weapon, huh?" Jill spun her scissors, sending spots of reflected light dancing around the room. "Wouldn't've thought he had anything like that stashed in here! What is it, something he snatched off a student who wasn't playing by the rules?"

"If I knew exactly what it was, I wouldn't need you to search for it," Togami said impatiently. "The information I have suggests that it would be unusually dangerous, more than any of the others in the school."

"More dangerous? What, when I've still got these beauties?" Jill grinned, flinging out her hands to display several more pairs of scissors. "Not a chance! Come on, baby, you know what counts is how you use what you've got!"

Togami refused to give her the satisfaction of reacting to her crude innuendos, instead doing his best to keep track of the scissors flashing through her hands. How she managed to hold that many without dropping them or stabbing herself was a mystery, but he'd yet to see her put a blade wrong no matter how manically she twirled them.

Much as he hated to admit it, she did have a point — what would be nothing more than ordinary blades for anyone else became infinitely more of a threat in her hands. He couldn't envision any weapon the mastermind might have hidden in this office that could put him more on edge than Jill's scissors. After all, the scissors themselves that were the threat — it was the intent behind them, the entire serial killing pattern that they represented, that made them so dangerous. Looking at the scissors apart from Jill's crucifixions, no one would even think they were a weapon —

Togami froze as the thought fully sank in to his awareness. Jill's scissors were a dangerous weapon only in her hands — because of the context in which she used them. He'd known from the start of the killing game that supposedly ordinary items could be used as weapons and that nothing in the school was truly safe… but he hadn't considered the full implications of that idea for the weapon Monokuma claimed had been stolen from the headmaster's office. No ordinary weapon would be as dangerous as Monokuma had described… but what if this wasn't a traditional weapon? What if this was something utterly ordinary, that only became a weapon when used in the right way?

The glare of reflected lights darting through the room abruptly reduced, and Togami looked back at Jill to see that she'd restored her scissors to wherever she usually kept them, except for a single pair that she twirled idly in one hand. It didn't particularly make him feel better — she still had all those scissors on hand, even if he couldn't see them at the moment. His gaze went automatically to her lips, to be sure that he'd catch anything she tried to say — so he had a horribly clear view of Jill's tongue deliberately licking her wide grin.

"Stop wasting time and get on with it!" he snapped, glaring at her. She threw her head back and laughed before bounding away towards the headmaster's desk, burrowing into the drawers and making an even worse mess than the intruder had left.

Togami left her to it. After all, it wasn't like she could make things less organized. Besides, Naegi had already searched the desk, and he would have found anything vitally important. Whatever was left there, he doubted it would be hurt by Jill tossing it around.

He turned away to consider the rest of the room, trying to look at it with fresh eyes in light of his revelation. Was there anything that he would have expected to find in here that could be put to some alternate use? He scanned the bookcases, the display cases, the pictures on the walls… but no new ideas presented themselves. No matter how hard he looked, this room didn't seem to be anything more than the ordinary office of a school headmaster, right down to the paperwork.

He glanced down at the stacks of files he'd abandoned on the sofa again. He'd been reading through them in search of any useful information about their imprisonment here… but was it possible that information itself could be the weapon? The mastermind had certainly used information to manipulate them all time and again, withholding details of the world outside or wielding buried skeletons from the students' pasts. It was possible that the headmaster had kept proof hidden in his office of some secret terrible enough to use as a weapon…

Togami sank back onto the sofa and pulled over the last stack of files he'd been examining. Jill's presence on the other side of the room sent spikes of adrenaline shooting through his system, making it just a little easier to fight back the exhaustion prickling behind his eyes. Reading the documents didn't take quite so much concentration as it had before, though his vision still wavered if he let his gaze rest on any point for too long.

Not that there was much need for it. Even stretching the idea of weaponized information to its fullest extent, Togami couldn't envision a way that an out of date academic calendar could be used against anyone. He didn't even see why the headmaster had bothered to keep the useless paper instead of disposing of it once the students in question had graduated. It wasn't even as though it had any connection to the students currently in the school —

And then he stopped short, his gaze falling on the entry for the first day of the new semester.

Inauguration and Presentation of Keys to Headmaster Jin Kirigiri.

The name stared up at Togami, stark and unavoidable. Kirigiri… that couldn't be a coincidence. It wasn't exactly a common name — and even if it had been, with the lengths she'd gone to obscure her past, any possible connection had to be suspicious. This had to mean something.

But what? Did this calendar mean that Jin Kirigiri was the current headmaster? Togami thought back, trying to remember what he'd read about Hope's Peak when he'd been invited to attend. Had he ever learned the name of the headmaster? If so, he couldn't remember it. But this calendar wasn't too far out of date. Assuming that Hope's Peak didn't go through a new headmaster with every graduating class, it was a safe bet that this Jin Kirigiri, whoever he was, still would have been in charge had they all attended the academy as planned.

But if that was the case… did that mean he was the headmaster that Alter Ego had said was hidden in the school somewhere? Was he the mastermind, or at least a trusted subordinate? But the student roster had said that Kyoko Kirigiri was from that family of detectives — a family dedicated to remaining neutral on the world stage. Taking on the role of Hope's Peak headmaster and then forcing teenagers to murder one another certainly didn't fit with that role. Did this mean that the family had finally decided to forsake their traditions and act publicly at last? Or was it a case of a few individual members being recruited into this twisted scheme, as Ikusaba had apparently been brought in from Fenrir?

Whatever the truth turned out to be, one thing was certain — there was no way that Kyoko Kirigiri would have been unaware that a member of her own family was the Hope's Peak headmaster. And with Monokuma running around declaring himself the current headmaster, she had to have known that this information would be very relevant indeed. And yet she'd still chosen to conceal it… just as she'd hidden her background and her talent.

Only when Togami felt the paper crinkling sharply against his palm did he realize that he'd clenched his fist around the calendar, crumpling the edge in silent fury. Slowly, he forced his hand to relax, smoothing out the paper before he damaged it irreparably. Once he was sure it was intact, he folded it neatly and tucked it safely into his pocket. There was no way that he was letting something this damning out of his grasp for a moment.

He'd known since they were trapped here that Kyoko Kirigiri couldn't be trusted… and now he finally had proof.