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Makoto's eyes shot open.

Per usual, the classroom was there to taunt him. Nothing was really different from it's usual appearance. Which made it all the frustrating at the moment. The least this weird place could do was throw something unique and different at him, right?

"No can do." a voice called out, what sounded like the static of an intercom piercing through the person's words. "We're in the middle of a quarantine for the moment. Need to keep six feet apart, or I might infect you."

Their words ring out and Makoto couldn't believe what he was hearing. There was no way that a quarantine was going on at the moment. That just had to be some kind of diversion for whatever the mastermind's true plan was. That had to be it. Any other plan was just silly.

"If you're not going to kill me, do I need to do it myself then?" Makoto called out, getting chuckling from the intercom. Of course that's the answer at the moment. Was explaining further really that hard? It's just a couple words.

So carefully, the luckster stood up and headed for the door. Pulling it open, he found himself all alone in the same hall as before. No classmates, no Monokumas, not even some random surprise and/or jumpscare set out to jump him. All alone in this stupid place.

"I'll just do it myself then." Makoto muttered, a glint from something catching his vision. Walking over, he found himself staring down a knife. So he picked it up and ran the weapon across his throat. Simple as that.