100 reviews! ^_^ Thanks guys! It's a nice place to be. I've finally drawn the entire cast and you can find them on my deviantart page! :) Meanwhile, here's part two of the investigation. I tried my best to give you guys stuff to work with so you can draw your own conclusions, but I didn't want to give away too much either or else the trial wouldn't be any fun to read. I'm actually feeling a little more confident with it, but we'll see if you think so too.

Now it's time for a fun story (I like to talk about myself if you haven't noticed). I work at a camp with 3-5 year olds and they were doing chalk tracings around each other's bodies and really wanted to trace around mine. When they were done, I was complimenting them on it when one little girl says ominously, "Now we add the blood." And I'm like "O_O WTF did I die? Is this a crime scene now?" And she colored my stomach area with pink chalk (yeah, pink), telling me how she would make sure to add a lot of blood. I asked her how I died and she said I got stabbed in a shower...um...I'm pretty sure 5-year olds don't watch Dangan Ronpa. But it was a funny (yet creepy) moment. XD

"Wait," Alistair warned, "Don't jump to conclusions. They died awfully close together…one of them still could have killed the other." He moved towards Elaine and kneeled by her, staring hard into her face, as if he expected her to spring back to life and tell them all the answers. His hand slid across the floor towards hers, but did not touch.

"In my professional opinion," Grant said, lifting his chin slightly, "They died on impact. If Elaine bled to death, isn't it strange that she wouldn't close her eyes? And why are there no signs of a struggle on Karah's body? If they were both holding weapons, that shouldn't be the case."

Teresa spoke up, her voice thoughtful. "Maybe Karah attacked Elaine first, but she wrestled the weapon away from her, then slit her throat."

Carter shook his head sadly. "It's so hard to imagine. But you know, we're missing two crucial details: murder weapon and motive."

"Right." Teresa agreed, nodding approvingly, "Motive is a big one. Perhaps they believed Monobear's ploy, or maybe it really was a roommate spat turned gory."

"No!" Grant cut her off, surprised by how fierce his voice sounded. He reached up and fiddled with his cap, embarrassed. "I…I don't really remember last night too well…but I think Karah and Elaine were good friends. They both struck me as being fairly peaceful too. I'm positive they didn't kill each other. There's still that lack of blood that I mentioned."

"You should never rule out anything for sure, Mr. M.O." Teresa said with a wry smile, "But all right. Let's work this from a new angle."

Carter stepped forward and motioned to the glass shards scattered on the carpet. "I think Elaine was hit with a beer bottle from the party. Maybe Karah walked in on the culprit, who was still hanging around for some reason, and had her throat slit with one of the shards."

But Grant was already on his knees, remaining at a careful distance from the broken glass. He poked at the larger pieces, which belonged to the top of the bottle. There didn't seem to be enough blood on them. Besides, a shard of glass might be harder to handle. But if this wasn't the murder weapon—at least regarding Karah's case—then what was?

Asui refused to open the door for Robin, but at least she got Libra for him. Libra, a little more fearless (or a little more stupid) opened the door right away. She stood with her laptop cradled in her arms, looking at Robin nervously. A very forced smile turned up the corners of her lips.

"Why did you need to see me?"

Robin wasted no time in telling her. "Because you were recording on and off last night, right? Some people left the party early and others stayed late. We need to establish alibis and the best tool for it: your camera footage."

Libra didn't respond for a moment. She seemed to be considering the notion.

Robin put on his best smile and said, "Doesn't it flatter you that all of your hard work could save everyone's lives?"

"…My film professor always did say I was special." Her eyes grew warm and she smirked fondly at a specific memory. "You know, he praised me so much that I think my class hated me for it. He said, 'Libra's film is the best in class…I haven't finished looking at the others yet so one of yours might be better than hers…but I seriously doubt it.'"

I didn't ask to hear your whole life story, Robin nearly blurted out. Instead he clapped his hands and said, "Ahaa! No kidding! Anyways, I think it'd be wonderful if we viewed your footage together. Don't you agree?"

Suddenly, Libra's eyes went incredibly wide. "Oh my gosh." She murmured, "Do you realize what I can do with this camera? I can't just save our lives…I can…I can make us all rich and famous if we get out of here alive! We could be like those kids in Blair Witch Project, only real. And with better camerawork." She cast a terrified yet hopeful glance down the hall, towards the crime scene. Robin wondered if her mind had already snapped. Darn it, and they hadn't even started investigating yet.

"I wouldn't mind being rich after such an experience," Robin said dryly, losing the friendly façade, "But first things first, can we please just view what you recorded at the party—"

"After I film the crime scene." Libra said, darting back into her room and shutting the door.

"Now wait just a minute!" Robin yelled.

But Libra was already stampeding back out with her camera in tow. "I'll meet you in the basement," She told him, eyes shining, "We can hook my laptop up to the big TV downstairs and watch it on there."

Thank you. Finally. Robin sighed inwardly, unwilling to pursue her down the hall. Before he could move off, Asui stuck her head out of the room, still eyeing him warily.

"Can I come?"

Robin frowned. He didn't have much of an opinion on…whatever this girl's name was. But he didn't appreciate the way she had treated him earlier. "Thought you were too paranoid to come out of your room?"

She looked away guiltily. "Well, I'm scared like anyone else, but…I don't want to be a dead weight. I want to help."

"Fine, then you can come." Robin said, already walking down the hall towards the elevator. "The more the merrier." Or so they say.

Libra slowed slightly as she approached the crime scene. She could smell it from out here. Fear caused her body to tremble. She lifted the camera to her face and looked through the viewfinder. There, She sighed peacefully, that's better. She hit the record button and moved to stand in the doorway. This was extremely exciting. She had a personal goal to film someone being viciously attacked by an animal at some point in her life, but this was just as good.

Carter's jaw dropped. "What do you think you're doing?!" He demanded.

Starting on the movie that's going to make us even more successful than we already are. Libra replied in her head. Instead of saying this aloud, she held a finger to her lips and mouthed, "Act natural. Don't look at the camera."

Carter didn't mind too much being filmed—he was used to it, considering he was apart of a reality TV show. But he found it really disrespectful towards Elaine and Karah. He approached Libra, telling her this, his eyes sparking dangerously.

Libra shrunk away, fearing that he would break her camera. "B-But…I still need to get this shot from a few different angles…"

"No. Get that out of here!" Carter raised his fist, as if to smash the lens in.

"W-Wait, this was really expensive-!" Libra begged desperately.

"Leave her alone." Alistair spoke up from his corner of the room, "We have more important things to deal with. Libra…" The illusionist approached her and handed her something.

She stared at it. It had Monobear's face on it. "What is this?"

"The Monobear File. Share it with the other students." Alistair said simply. "We made a few notes of our own on there as well."

Libra looked at Alistair, angling the camera towards him. He didn't mind so much, being a performer. He tousled his dirty blonde hair with a flourish, and then returned to work. "Thank you!" Libra blurted out. She swiveled around to face Carter, summoning up the courage to growl, "Don't ever get in the way of my filming again or…or…"

"You'll kill me?" Carter finished in an innocent voice, lifting his eyebrows.

Libra flinched at the suggestion. "I wasn't going to say that!" She blinked furiously to fight the moisture forming in her eyes. Then, devastated, she turned and trotted out of the room.

Carter felt a small pluck of guilt. He knew he shouldn't be too hard on her. Film directors had the tendency to be flashy and annoying, always putting their work before the good of the people. I'm just stressed out, He decided, gloom crushing down on his soul. I need to get away for a while…too bad there's nowhere to go.

Robin, Libra, and Asui had all gathered in the basement. While Libra set everything up, the other two sat on a long, comfortable couch, bracing themselves to review the footage. Asui had brought a pencil and paper containing everyone's names. They had reviewed the Monobear file together. Apparently, the others had deduced that Karah and Elaine didn't kill each other. There were too many things missing from the crime scene to suggest it.

So Asui crossed off both victims' names. "Sixteen down, fourteen to go…hey, you guys don't think there could have been two culprits, do you?"

"Oh, that would make me feel better." Robin said sarcastically, "Twice the amount of bloodthirsty dimwits in the vicinity…twice the amount of effort to find the culprit…"

"Done!" Libra said perkily, as the TV lit up with an image of the party. "I'd like to apologize for the poor lighting in advance. And if any shots go out of focus, just know I couldn't see in the viewfinder very well. And I forgot to bring a white card for balance so the shots are a little bit—"

"Please just start it already!" Robin groaned, rubbing his temples, "We're on a strict time limit here! Or didn't you realize?"

"Dude. Robin."

All three students turned around, surprised to see Blake fumbling his way towards him. He looked pretty awful, with dark circles under his eyes and messy hair. He was clutching an ice pack to his head, grimacing at its cool contents.

"Enjoying your hangover?" Robin asked.

"Not really." Blake frowned, "Uh…so were you planning to clean up your little mess in the bathroom?"

"What mess in the bathroom?" Robin said sharply. He was extremely neat and tidy, careful not to inconvenience his roommate. He couldn't even pinpoint what mess he was talking about.

"You know," Blake said, looking meaningfully at Robin, "You threw up on the ceiling. Man, and there was like water dripping on my head when I was throwing up. So not cool."

"I didn't throw up on the ceiling!" Robin burst out defensively, "That was you!" Silence passed between the two boys. Blake looked around nervously. Robin's expression became one of understanding. "Wait, if that wasn't me or you…"

"Someone came into our room last night and threw up on the ceiling?" Blake asked in a small, quavering voice.

Robin shook his head fiercely. "Impossible! I locked the door. Did you forget to lock it when you came back?!"

"Blake never made it home last night, FYI." Libra spoke up, "Anyways, can we watch this or…?"

"LIBRAAA!"

"Oh God—"

Gustav came flying into the room at mach speed, practically bowling Libra onto her back as he threw himself at her. "We met Carter in the hall and he said you were being an insensitive a-hole and making a movie! Can I be in your movie? Can I be the star of the show? Oh, please, please, please! Please, I will do anythinggg!"

While Libra combatted Gustav, Robin and Asui looked towards their newest arrivals. Reeta was leading Noah, Kirby, Charlie, and Natalie towards them, looking proud of herself. For some reason, Natalie was carrying Mina, who was limp as a ragdoll in her arms.

"I rounded up everyone who wasn't busy with the crime scene!" Reeta declared proudly. "And boy was it hard to get Natalie to come out of her room. The only way to do it was to let her bring the kitty cat!"

Natalie blushed and looked away. Mina reached up and nuzzled her owner's face, mewling softly. Suddenly, everyone came to a halt, looking at Blake.

Reeta began to fidget nervously. "Oh, Blake. You don't look so good…maybe you should go rest in your room."

"Nah." Blake shook his head. "I'm not gonna let you guys do this alone. I'm all about teamwork, man!" He went to give them a thumbs-up, but a sharp stab in his head made him groan with pain. He clamped both hands onto the ice pack and pressed it to his forehead.

Kirby and Reeta exchanged a knowing glance. Kirby stepped forward. "Blake…um…we found your ID." She reached into her pocket and pulled out the little high-tech gadget.

Blake gasped. "What! I didn't even realize it was missing. Thanks." He stepped forward to take it, grinning naively.

Kirby took a step back, clutching the ID card to her chest. "I'm sorry Blake, but…it's evidence now."

"We can't give it to you!" Noah said in a superior voice, putting his hands on his hips, "We can't have you tampering with it, now can we?"

Blake stopped and tilted his head, clearly confused. "Evidence?" He echoed.

Reeta nodded. "We found it in the basement, just back there by the janitor's closet. And it…it has blood on it. What were you doing here last night, Blake?"

"I…I wasn't here." Blake said, gawping at the others. He was at a complete loss for words. Everyone's eyes swam with suspicion as they looked at him. His heart grew heavy in his chest. No way.

"I can vouch for him." Libra said, leaning against the TV slightly, "He was passed out on the couch when I left."

"He could have been faking." Natalie whispered, her eyes full of fear. She looked ready to run for cover at any moment.

Could Blake really have done it…? Robin thought to himself, shocked that his roommate would be capable of such a thing, That dark stain on the ceiling…maybe it's not vomit…could it be…?

"If you had stayed there late enough, you would have been able to tell that he wasn't faking." Libra said firmly, continuing the conversation. Blake shot her a grateful glance, and she went on, "Anyways, I recorded a lot of what went down last night. We were just about to watch it. How about we hold our accusations until we've finished, hmm?"

Gustav plopped down right next to Robin, squirming with excitement. "I can't wait to see it!"

Robin leaned away from him, grimacing. Charlie growled, "We're supposed to be searching for clues, Gustav. Remember?"

But the girls in his group had already settled down to watch the video clips as well. Charlie rolled his eyes and pointed out that there were already plenty of people watching the video. They still had many places to check in their sweep of the building. But his words went ignored.

Fine, He thought, turning and leaving without another word, Who needs the lot of you, anyways? You're all a bunch of numbskulls…I can solve this on my own…

No one called him back. Asui was quietly reading the Monobear File to everyone. Gustav was busy listening to the sound of his own voice, when he realized he was missing dire information.

"Wait, what did they write down for the murder weapon?" He asked, leaning over to look.

"They think it was a beer bottle." Asui replied quietly.

Suddenly, the TV queued up and began playing through the clips. The volume was pushed to the max and Libra's voice filled the room. "Yeah?" She drawled over the pounding party music, as the camera whirled around and fixed its image on Robin. There he stood, holding an armful of beer bottles.

Robin shifted uncomfortably, aware that everyone was now looking at him. A moment ago, they had been eyeing Blake suspiciously. Now all of it was focused on him. He swallowed his anxiety and pretended to focus on the screen. The time, set for military, flashed in the corner.

"Robin left about 10:52." Libra said, nudging Asui, "Write that down."

Asui complied, casting quick glances at Robin as she did so. He stiffened in his seat. Thankfully, everyone remained silent and watched the events play out. There were a lot of embarrassing clips that would have best been left forgotten. Reeta wasn't nearly as good a dancer as she thought she was when drunk and Blake turned red when his 'Superbowl MVP' speech started up.

There were also back-to-back clips of Charlie first kissing Reeta on the lips, and then going on to make out with Teresa.

"That pig!" Reeta said heatedly, "When I get my hands on him…!"

"Look. Elaine is still there." Libra said, nodding to where she stood on the dance floor with Karah. They seemed to be conversing, but the camera whipped around and focused on Noah spewing something about saving polar bears before they could get a better look. He didn't seem to ashamed about it. Saving the polar bears was a good cause to get behind, drunk or sober.

"How come I'm barely in this?" Gustav pouted. He couldn't have looked more put out. But Libra didn't answer, fully focused on the TV. Asui was scribbling notes like mad.

There were multiple time skips in which Libra turned off the camera and took a break. When it was past 12:44, everyone was stonily silent. But they were all thinking the same thing: Elaine had just lost her life. Karah shortly followed. The night ended with Libra trying to herd all of the rowdy partiers home. It was a difficult feat and embarrassing to relive.

When it was all over, she declared, "I'm going to separate the important clips so we can use them in the trial. We'll establish alibis then."

"We'll finish our sweep of the building." Reeta said, "C'mon everyone, let's do this! We totally got this!" She led her crew away, trying to inject everyone with optimistic thoughts. Once they were gone, the group of four struck up a conversation.

"My alibi is solid, right?" Blake stammered, "I was there. You saw me, right? At the end, where she showed me sleeping on the couch…"

"That doesn't mean anything," Asui said, "You could have left and come back."

"Check the time they were murdered!" Blake insisted, "I was there, I swear! I mean I don't really remember, but I'm pretty sure…"

Asui shook her head, almost regretfully. "You shouldn't have let alcohol get the best of you. How do you know you didn't do it if you can't even remember?"

"I would never kill someone!" Blake exclaimed, his voice rising in desperation. "Let's watch it again, I'll show you!"

Libra stopped admiring Blake's muscles for a moment to offer her two cents. "We'll double check later, when we're with everyone else. In the meantime, I have work to do." She unplugged everything and began gathering it up.

Asui looked at her notes. So far, only the victims' names were crossed off. With the evidence they had, she wasn't sure her peers could figure out who the culprit was. Even with Libra's film, it seemed tough to establish alibis. Asui let out a large breath, heart pounding in her chest.

Most likely, they were all going to be dead by the end of the day.

Despite all of his social skills, and despite all the joy he took in charming or flat out insulting others, Charlie still found himself preferring to be on his own. It was nice to share company, especially the ladies, but when it came down to it, there was no one that could match his IQ. Quite frankly, the others weren't worth his time. So all the more power to him that he was investigating alone.

As he walked away from the basement lounge, Charlie felt himself being drawn back to the hallway they had already searched. It was a dimly lit area with whitewashed walls. They had easily spotted Blake's abandoned ID card on the floor. It was right by the janitor's closet.

The door of the closet was practically calling to him, begging him to come check inside. He reached out and tried the knob, hoping it would be unlocked. It was. He sighed in relief and pushed open the door.

The closet was dark. He flicked on the lights and squinted, allowing his eyes to adjust. As soon as they did, he saw it: a strange little knife with red coated on the tip. It was lying in the middle of the floor, as if someone had dropped it by accident. Nearby was an open tool box.

Charlie couldn't help but laugh. He bent down and picked the knife up, smirking. "My, my, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. I do believe I've found an integral piece of evidence. Too bad I'm keeping you all to myself…"

On the hour, Old Fortune rang out the school's anthem. It was immediately followed by an announcement from Monobear.

"Well done, everyone! For your first investigation, you've performed spectacularly. The board of directors really knew what they were doing when they selected you bastards to attend St. Fortuna's. Anyways, it's time for the trial! The moment of truth! Now the real question is…what building will the trial be held in?"

Click.

The silence that followed told them that Monobear wanted them to figure it out on their own.

"The Law Building." Carter said instantly.

Grant blinked. "We have a Law Building?"

Teresa gave him a look. "Obviously. Or else I wouldn't even be here."

"I saw it when I was exploring campus." Carter confirmed with a nod. "Should we meet up with everyone before we go?"

"…I suppose we should." Alistair said quietly.

They headed downstairs after closing the door to Elaine and Karah's room quietly. Sorrow hung heavy in their hearts. It was time to leave their deceased friends behind. As if connected by telepathy, the three groups converged outside the dorm.

"You player!" Reeta shouted furiously when she saw Charlie. Before he could even react, she charged at him and slapped him right across the face.

He held his throbbing cheek and glared at Reeta. "Don't touch me!" He snapped, "And don't hate the player, hate the game! Christ."

Teresa didn't bother getting involved. There was something much bigger at hand and she needed to keep her focus.

The group didn't leave until they had all fourteen students. Kirby attempted to count everyone up before they left. Her heart fell when she thought about Elaine and Karah missing from their ranks. She clutched her Bible a little closer, drawing comfort from it. Natalie stood nearby, shaking and trying not to cry. She had to leave Mina behind in their room. She didn't want to think about what would happen to her cat if she didn't make it out of this alive.

Quietly, the group of college students began to trek across campus, towards the Law Building. Libra was lugging her camera and her laptop, prepared to share her knowledge. Teresa carried all sorts of notes with her while Charlie walked right behind her, smiling smugly.

"So…I take it you're going to play the hero today, are you?" He said smoothly, matching his pace to hers.

Teresa smiled. There was a faint, red handprint on Charlie's cheek that entertained her to no end. "Perhaps. So what if I am?"

Charlie's eyes sparkled mischievously. "You might want to wait on that. Someone might be planning to upstage you." With a skip to his step, Charlie walked on by.

Teresa watched him suspiciously, wondering if he was hiding something or merely flirting with her. He didn't seem to be carrying anything. She looked all around, wondering if he could be referring to another student. Everyone's faces were grim and full of determination. No one said a word.

Whatever… She thought, mildly disgruntled, I'm getting to the bottom of this, with or without their help.

As they arrived at the Law Building, Teresa stepped out in front of the others and faced them. Her glasses flashed in the light of the sun. "To the culprit…" She said in a strong voice, "I want you to know that you picked the wrong prosecutor to cross. I will get to the bottom of this case in the name of justice and make you pay for every sin you've committed."

She swept her gaze over the faces before her, but they were all blank. The culprit, whoever they were, did not bat an eyelash.

"That was awesome." Libra breathed, her camera practically glued to her face, red light on as she filmed Teresa.

Teresa looked away. "Come on…let's go in." She murmured. She turned around and tried the door. It easily swung open. Just like in the Rec Hall, there were signs pointing them where to go. The hallways were dark and empty. After venturing further in, they found themselves standing before an elevator.

'In here, bastards!' a familiar sign read. Kirby refrained from tearing it down. In the next moment, the elevator doors slid open silently.

"What have we done? What are we even doing here?!" Gustav wailed suddenly from the back of the crowd, "We're all going to die! Die, I say! We don't even have the motive or anything else figured out and we're doomed. DOOMED!"

"Gustav, please—" Natalie whimpered. Everyone turned around to see Gustav had just leaped in front of Libra's camera and was putting on a dramatic performance. Nevertheless, it greatly unnerved them. Fearfully, they entered the elevator. The doors shut behind them with a sort of finality...as if their fates had already been sealed.

Charlie grinned, but he could feel a bead of sweat run down from his forehead. "Nice and cozy in here, isn't it?" He said, trying to ease the tension.

He's hiding something. He's definitely hiding something. Teresa thought, beginning to grow furious. Hopefully, Charlie would be smart enough to reveal his findings in the trial. If not, she would force it out of him.

The elevator began its descent, deep into the earth. It moved slowly and creakily, as if it would give out at any moment and plummet. Nervous tension permeated the air, turning stomachs and causing palms to sweat. After what seemed to take ages, the elevator clanked to a rough stop.

The doors opened and everyone shyly stepped out, finding themselves in a rectangular lounge area. Off to the left was a restroom. Right in front of them was a regal-looking pair of double doors. Everyone paused before it, but Teresa forged on ahead bravely, pushing open the doors. Light flooded in and they found themselves in the trial room. It was lavishly decorated with an array of bright colors. Red curtains hung on concrete walls; the floor was checkered black and white. At the center of the room was a circle of pedestals, labeled with the names of the students. They would be standing for the duration of the trial, facing their peers in the debate of a lifetime.

Sitting on a throne was Monobear himself. His one red eye seemed to flash with anticipation. The usual toothy grin was plastered on his face. He waved his chubby arms and shouted, "Welcome, welcome!"

The students approached slowly, warily, taking cautious steps towards their assigned places. In Karah and Elaine's spots were colorless portraits standing on signposts. Red paint crossed out each of their pictures with an 'X.' Elaine looked nervous in her photo, as if she was already aware of her fate. Karah had on a grin that showed off her braces, her eyes shining at the prospect of a new life. A new life that was never meant to be.

Alistair took his place, which happened to be right next to their fallen classmate. He remembered Karah's confession from the previous night and felt a stab of guilt. Maybe things wouldn't have turned out this way if he had simply walked her back to her room.

"What's up with this?" Noah asked quizzically, eyeing Elaine's picture to his right.

Monobear's face turned towards him. "So we won't soon forget the friends we've lost." He replied in an ominous voice.

No one responded for a long moment.

Then Natalie began to cry. "Please let us leave, Monobear. Please. If it's money you want—"

Monobear slouched in his seat, laughing, "You think this is some kind of hostage situation? That's not it at all!"

"What is it, then?" Kirby asked furiously, glaring at Monobear. "Why are you doing this to us?"

"Because it's fun!" Monobear roared, holding his belly as he shook with laughter, "Watching you despair, watching you bastards kill one another for the silliest reasons…I can't get enough of it! But enough talk…you're obviously trying to distract me from what we came here for. But I won't let you!"

Monobear rose to his feet, standing tall over the students. He raised a paw and said in a ringing voice:

"Let the trial…commence!"