With a bag slung over his shoulders, Keebo Idabashi found himself looking straight at Hope's Peak Academy. The surrounding area in its perched area in Tokyo was restored – though there was a hastily constructed wall separating Restored Tokyo from the more lawless, dangerous parts that included downtown. But the human with artificial arms kept his eyes on the walls that were between him and the famous academy that was once featured in Danganronpa.

"Can I help you?"

Keebo turned around and found himself face-to-face with Hajime Hinata. Rather than wearing a collared shirt with a green tie like he always had, he went opted for a more casual look by wearing a completely green tracksuit with a sleeveless white shirt inside it. The white-haired boy's voice was entirely calm and devoid of any emotion.

"I was just looking."

"Looking? These are dangerous times, you know." Hajime continued. "You'd be suspected of doing something shady."

"I see." Was Keebo's only response. "Then I should be going."

The man formerly known as Izuru Kamakura narrowed his eyes at him for a few seconds. "You're curious about the school, right?"

"I worked Team Danganronpa in the past. But I've never actually seen the school myself. Not many people would be able to, outside of pictures on the internet and on TV shows."

"Did you ever want to attend this place?"

"I've considered it. But as you can see from my arms, that wouldn't exactly be a possibility."

"And why not?"

"This was caused by a birth defect. Much like many of my other issues."

Hajime crossed his arms. "You don't really feel emotions, do you?"

"No. I don't. It makes me think objectively."

"What you call objective is pretty offensive to most people."

Keebo's facial expression didn't even change. "I'm unsure whether you're trying to insult me or..."

"I'm just saying that I understand where you're coming from. I know someone who has a similar outlook on life. And knowing him he's trying out something stupid right now."

"I see. So why are you approaching me with that in mind?"

"Well. I'm not exactly a student either, but would you like to go in with me?"

Keebo blinked for a few moments. "Sure. I'm curious to see what's inside."

"Well. Stay close." Hajime beckoned. "Otherwise security will probably throw you out."

"Or worse." Keebo adjusted his hat and followed Hajime into the academy. The former member of Team Danganronpa took note mentally of everything. Where things were located, what kinds of people were walking through the school grounds – anything that he might use for later if he needed it. Hajime lead him to a separate room in what appeared to be a research facility.

"...and you're saying all that crap happened?" He looked toward the origin of that voice, a black-haired youth who was wearing flip-flops. "Sounds like a load of bullshit. Hey, Hinata."

Hajime Hinata, Alliance Inspector

"Ah! It seems it isn't working, Nanami-san." Another white-haired youth was standing next to a girl who had a gaming hairpin on her.

Chiaki puffed up her cheeks and looked upward. "I wonder why? It would work immediately after I explained it. Even if they didn't believe it."

"What're you two mumbling about now?" Yusuke grumbled.

Hajime cut in. "Don't worry about those two. They just like tempting fate."

The SHSL Neurologist crossed his arms. "Well it's one hell of a story that Nanami just told me. Apparently in another universe I had a girlfriend. Who also killed me."

"I did tell you that girls can be trouble, right?"

"That's pretty dumb. Can't I just, like, not be dealt with a shitty hand for once?"

"I'm not exactly the guy you appeal to." Hajime had a nervous sweat on his brow.

Yasuke waved it off. "Whatever. Even if that stuff was real, who cares honestly? Doesn't really involve me now does it?"

"That's a pretty good mindset to have."

Keebo just seemed completely lost in the conversation. He was trying to process what was said, but nothing really made sense. He looked over at the SHSL Gamer and she was sighing and stood up.

"Nothing will happen now. I guess."

"Hm. An interesting development!" Nagito opened his hands out wide with a huge, creepy grin on his face. "Then I guess I can move ahead with my own plans unabated. Wonderful."

Hajime sighed. "Hey, don't scare off my guest."

"Oh?" The SHSL Lucky Student finally turned to Keebo. "Hm. Interesting. You seem to be devoid of hope. Yet you don't seem to have any despair, either."

"More nonsense. You're starting to sound like an annoying ex-coworker of mine."

"Komaeda. Enough." The former SHSL Hope turned to the white-haired visitor. "Don't mind him too much. He doesn't like people without SHSL titles."

"And why should I? There are masses of untalented out in the world."

Keebo seemed unphased and offered a cold retort. "There are a lot of people like him out in the world."

Nagito proceeded to ignore him and turned to the door where a girl moved past Hajime and Keebo from behind.

"Ah! Sensei is looking for you two."

Chiaki "Ai" Nanami, SHSL Hope Android

Keebo's eyebrow raised. "You have a twin?"

"She's my younger sister." The organic Chiaki replied.

Idabashi decided to give up trying to understand what was going on. Nothing seemed logical at all with these people. He wondered if the world of SHSL students was always this fantastical or if these specific people were just anomalies. It could have been either way from his point of view.

Hajime chuckled a bit. "I don't think he'd be able to take the entire class. I'll spare you that torture."

"Thank you. I think."

"Hey hey." Ai started to announce. "I'm headed over to where Naegi-san is. I've got to deliver some data."

The elder Chiaki gave a warm smile. "Okay. Then I'll see you later. Komaeda-kun, we should be headed back to class."

Ai left the room as fast as she showed up.

"Yes, of course. I suppose you will drop by later, Hinata-kun?" Nagito asked.

"Yeah." Hajime nodded. "You guys should get going. You know how worried Chisa can get."

Nagito and Chiaki waved goodbye to the three remaining people in the room as they left for the classroom.

"So you brought an outsider in here?" Yasuke asked. "This school's filled with weirdos. I don't blame you if it didn't seem like what you expected."

Keebo shook his head. "No, I generally don't have expectations. This was a surprise."

"Er... sounds like you might fit in. You're one hell of a weirdo yourself."

"I see." The white-haired man was thinking over the young neurologist's words. "But it seems you all have a lot more freedom than any school I've ever attended."

Hajime sighed. "It's actually less lax than before. SHSL Students used to get away with a lot."

"You've never attended this school, have you?" Keebo asked.

"No. Not this school. But even some random nobody like me managed to make some friends."

"Hm. That seems unlikely."

"Hey, Matsuda. Aren't you supposed to be in a session with Gekkogahara?" Hajime questioned.

"Don't remind me." Yasuke sighed. "It's basically like this until I graduate from this crazy school."

"Well, considering what you did..."

"I know, I know. It's way more than I deserve. It's just sometimes just having her be so nosy is annoying as hell."

"That's her job, though."

"Yeah, yeah." Yasuke stood up and walked past the two. "Maybe my luck'll change and I'll meet some down-to-earth girl at some point."

A nervous sigh came out of Hajime's mouth. "Sure. Maybe."

"Aren't you supposed to say something like 'hey good luck, man?"

"That sounds really cruel."

"Yeah. You'd be right. See ya."

Keebo's face was continually neutral from the entire time he was inside the school. "So there was basis for her depiction of the SHSL contestants."

"Hm?"

"Oh, nothing. Just thinking out loud."

"Right." Hajime continued. "So have you been by yourself this entire time?"

"Yes. Like many others in Tokyo, my home was destroyed by the strange disaster last month. At least I don't have to pay rent."

"Have you just been roaming around since then?"

Keebo nodded. "Government aid can only go to many people. And since I'm not hurt or ill, the national health care system wouldn't take me in. It makes sense. Millions were displaced both here and in Yokohama."

"Listen, I could put you up at my place for a bit. And I could see what I can do for you about getting a job."

"Hm." Keebo looked straight at him. "Why are you doing this for someone you just met?"

"I guess I see a little bit of myself in you. It's a selfish reason, but it's probably the only one I've got."

He didn't have a retort for that, still trying to process what Hajime just said to him.

"I know it doesn't make sense. I've just got a few bleeding hearts who'd probably do the same thing. Might as well do it before they bite off more than they can chew."

"Thank you. It's...strange. I've said 'thank you' twice already. I don't exactly know what emotion it's supposed to convey, but it seems like the right thing to say."

Hajime chuckled. "I guess you'll figure it out."

A briefing room was left entirely to the former cast of Danganronpa V3. It had been nearly a week since most of them were in the same place as each other.

"Hey! Saihara!" Kaito pat his former sidekick on the back. "Heard you're a big shot now. I knew you could do it."

"Momota-kun..." Shuichi blushed and looked bashful. "Thanks. How has everything been for you?"

"It's been great, man! They got me doing all this training to get ready for a space launch and everything. But it really wears me out." He looked over to Maki who had her signature glare toward him. "Don't worry, Harumaki! I'm fine. I just knockout right after work."

A few moments of her tense glare and she finally spoke up. "Just keep yourself healthy, alright? I know you're a slacker at heart. It'll take a lot out of you."

"Huh? Er, well, yeah. I'll stay healthy."

"Is that a promise, Momota?"

He gulped. "Y-Yeah. Promise. Okay?"

"...okay."

Kaito grinned from ear-to-ear while Maki turned away and pouted. Kaede walked on over and smiled sweetly, while Maki's expression changed. Shuichi noticed this and looked between both girls.

"Hey, uh, Harukawa-san." Shuichi started to speak. "Do you still find Akamatsu-san annoying?"

Kaede groaned a bit. "Wow. That was pretty direct, Saihara-kun."

"She's a straightforward girl. It's not going to do any good to dance around the subject. And the last thing I'd want is for something to happen between you two."

"...hmph. You've really gotten confident, Saihara." Maki replied. "We just don't mesh well."

"I don't believe that for a second. I know what it looks like when you absolutely don't like someone."

"Harukawa-san, please." Kaede pleaded. "What's wrong?"

"...in the killing game, I found you annoying because of what you were trying to do. But here? It's because I..." Maki sighed. "Never mind. This isn't going to go anywhere."

Himiko looked over while Tenko was talking to her. Shuichi looked between Maki and the SHSL Magician for a moment. He forced a small smile. "It's okay. I'm sure you two can discuss it some other time."

Kaede crossed her arms and looked straight at the SHSL Assassin. "Let me tell you. I may be annoying, but I'm still pretty persistent."

"Do what you want." Maki answered.

Shuichi sighed a breath of relief in his mind. It wasn't much, but it was a start.

"Nishishishishi!" Kokichi smirked from a small distance away. "Look at you, Saihara-chan! You're a bit of a schemer now, are you?"

"Oma-kun."

"Dammit, Oma. Leave Harumaki alone!" Kaito yelled.

Maki glared straight at the SHSL Supreme Leader. There were no words coming from her.

"Wait." Shuichi waved it off, calming the SHSL Astronaut a bit. "There's no need for you to be so antagonistic. This isn't the killing game anymore."

"Aw. Worried about me?" Kokichi put his hands behind his head. "So sweet! I might fall in love!"

"It's because of what I said to you. And you wouldn't forget something like that."

You're alone, Oma-kun. And you always will be.

The purple-haired boy turned silent. Then he put his hand on his lips and smiled. "Remember what? There's so many things to try and remember."

"You damn idiot." Kaito spat. "This isn't the time to act like a dumb brat."

"Oh? A brat? Big talk coming from the guy who wants to act like a Power Ranger." Kokichi's face twisted into a creepy grin. "Maybe you should think before you speak, hm?"

"Tch! Why you little..."

Shuichi thought about what he could do in this situation – but it was fundamentally different than what was going on between Maki and Kaede. As if a prayer had been answered, the door finally opened and revealed a new face. All eyes were on the cold-looking black-haired woman with freckles on her face. Her eyes were scanning the room as she continued to walk in.

"Looks like you're all here. Good."

Mukuro Ikusaba, Class V3 Advisor

Miu laughed. "And I thought Bakamatsu was flat. You're a damn washboard!"

The adult in the room didn't even register her voice. "I'm sure Kirigiri-san already told you that your group needed an advisor. That's me. I'm Mukuro Ikusaba."

Shuichi's eyes opened wide. It was the only person that Tsumugi didn't cosplay as – for whatever reason.

"Gonta, erm, I am happy to meet you, Ikusaba-san." The SHSL Entomologist bowed as befitting of a gentleman-in-training.

Rantaro looked like he was studying her and looked relieved at whatever conclusion he came to.

"Excuse me." Kirumi stepped forward and bowed. "I don't mean to be rude, but what exactly will you be doing for us?"

"I'll be your point of contact if you need anything from the organization. I'm also in charge of your well-being. You don't need to be formal and call me sensei." Mukuro suddenly smirked. "You could call me 'den mother' if you're so inclined."

The joke seemed to be lost on many in the crowd. Unlike what she was wearing when she arrived at the building, she was wearing a plain white blouse with a brown skirt over some dark black leggings. She was also wearing a pair of fashionable circular glasses.

"You are quite stiff, aren't you Ikusaba-san?" Angie mused. "Have you ever relaxed in your life? Maybe you should! We aren't just lost lambs."

"From what I've been told, you're a dysfunctional group. I guess I'm mostly around for insurance."

"...insurance?" Shuichi asked.

"Yes. To...minimize...any damage."

Some of the people in the crowd gulped from the sudden chills they got running down their spines.

Ryoma adjusted his tie in his drab black-and-white suit. "And here I thought they were going to send someone to teach us how to work together."

"You already have people in your group that can do that. There's no need to create any redundancies."

Korekiyo laughed. "Indeed! And all those people in this group have intense personalities. I suppose they had the foresight to not add any more chefs into the mix, as they say."

Mukuro opened a small notebook that she was holding. "So that's the first order of business. The next one is that there is a new member that will be joining you."

Rantaro raised an eyebrow. "Wait. I thought this was supposed to be a group made up of only people involved with Danganronpa V3?"

"Yes."

Everyone started to look at each other and mumble among each other. The door opened and a familiar white-haired boy entered.

"Keebo-kun?!"

The real life Keebo Idabashi just looked at everyone with an emotionless face. It was hard to tell what he was feeling at that exact moment.

"W-Wait...he's not a robot?!" Miu screamed. "What the fuck?!"

Everyone almost fell over from how ridiculous she was sounding at that moment.

Despite Himiko's non-efforts, people were visiting the bar situated in the ground floor of the Tokyo HQ. Maki entered the establishment and sat at the counter.

"N-Nyeh. Harumaki. I can't serve minors."

"...I came to check on you, Yumeno. I'd thought you be a little happier since you have customers."

"No! It means that I'm stuck here. And I have to try to make drinks that I can't taste."

"Do people order cocktails that often?"

Himiko placed her finger on her chin. "No. But when it happens, I have to wing it..."

Maki looked around and saw a few of the patrons drinking some strange and colorful looking mixed drinks. "They don't seem to mind."

"Hehe. That means my magic is working!"

"What magic?"

"The arcane art of bullshitting!"

"Right." Maki looked unamused. "But shouldn't you actually learn how to make those?"

"I know, I know. Being a bartender in this country is as serious as being a sushi chef. But having to memorize all those recipes is a real pain."

"But you can perform sleight-of-hand with no issues."

"T-That's different..."

"Do me a favor. Try to make me something nonalcoholic."

"A virgin drink?" Himiko started to think. "Yeah, that might be a good idea! Thanks Harumaki!"

She slowly moved through the drinks while Maki had her eyes fixed themselves onto the SHSL Magician. The little redhead lacked enthusiasm to say the least, simply just moving things around and mixing a fruity-smelling nonalcoholic cocktail. Despite the lack of energy from the bartender, the end product looks amazing as the SHSL Assassin's eyes widened. A long, red drink with a bit of whipped cream on top.

Maki was impressed. "I wouldn't have guessed from how you made it that it would turn out like that. What is this?"

"I call it... the Lady in Red!"

"Hmph."

Himiko nervously pushed her fingers together. "I thought about you and made it."

The red-clothed girl decided to drink it. It was very sweet – so much that if there were any alcohol in it, it would cover the taste completely. Looking at the drink, aside from the little froth at the top, it looked to be a very intimidating looking drink.

"So this is what you think of me?" Maki's eyes darkened. "I am not sweet."

"You are, Harumaki! And I was rooting for you and Momota the entire time."

"Hey... do you really have to mention that?"

"You're the one who confessed in front of who knows how many people?"

"...fair point."

Another voice called out. "It's really impressive."

The two girls looked over and saw Makoto sitting a few stools away from where they both were.

"I'm surprised you didn't get scouted as the SHSL Bartender, Yumeno-san."

"Naegi-san." Himiko bowed then stood straight back up. "I really don't like doing this, though."

"Oh? Why not?"

"...it's because it's so boring. I have to do it the right way."

Maki kept her stare fixated on the man who interrupted their conversation. He didn't seem bothered, though. At least she knew better than to outright threaten him.

"I've known a few people who hated what they were scouted out to do. Owada-san was one of them."

Himiko stifled a gasp. She did understand, at least, since she knew he was given the title of the SHSL Biker Gang Leader. "Then why am I doing this?"

"Unlike him, I don't think what you've been taught necessarily contradicts what you want to do."

"What do you mean by that?" Maki asked.

"A magician's job is to entertain, right?"

"Yeah. That's right. B-But wait, I'm supposed to be a mage! Er.. well... as much of a mage as I can be in a world without magic."

A small smile came from Makoto's face. "Mages can dazzle people too, can't they?"

Himiko started to think. "Ugh. Figuring out riddles can be such a pain."

"But they can be fun."

"Yeah. They can be. Especially once I solve them!" The small girl sighed. "Can't you just give me the answer?"

"I think you already know what it is. Not like your parents are here to grade you right now."

Himiko started idly spinning a mixer in her hand as she was still trying to piece together what the older man with an ahoge was trying to get her to realize.

"I think what he means is that you don't have to do it the way your parents taught you." Maki blurted out.

"W-Wait, really? But..."

"Didn't you say it yourself? You've just been making up recipes as you go. Maybe you can do that with the way you prepare drinks."

"Huh. Another good idea!" Himiko's mouth opened and smiled wide. "I could do some magic while preparing my drinks, making potent potions!"

"I...guess." Maki sighed.

"I'll start right away, then!" Himiko was so excited that she started to fool around and accidentally dropped something. The people in the bar looked over while she was completely embarrassed.

"N-Nyeh! Maybe I should start small..."

Makoto chuckled. "Just take it easy, Yumeno-san."

"Yumeno-san!" A loud girl yelled from over at the entrance. "Wait, are you okay?! What happened?"

Tenko rushed over to see if she could help the poor girl in a pointy hat out. Clearly happy with how things turned out, the former SHSL Hope stood up and walked out of the bar. Maki kept looking at him the entire time as she was trying to figure the guy out.

Kaede took a seat right next to Shuichi as they were starting off their lunch.

"Did you sleep in, Saihara-kun? You were the last one to show up earlier."

"I guess I was more tired than I realized."

"...I hope that's the only reason."

"I'm fine. Really." Shuichi looked down at his food. "Don't worry about me."

"You know the worst thing to say is 'don't worry,' right? You were in there the longest and you probably had the most stress out of anyone left in the killing game. Come on. Talk to me."

"I'm just glad that it wasn't permanent. Everyone's deaths, I mean."

"Hey..." Kaede placed her hand over his just like before. Instead of it shaking with fear, it was steady. A solid touch as expected of the SHSL Pianist. "You can feel it, right?"

"Y-Your hand...? Yeah. I do."

"I'm not some girl you need to pine over in your memories. I'm right here. And I'm not planning on dying anytime soon."

Shuichi blushed. He just remembered that she was watching the killing game from essentially the start to finish. "Thank you."

"I was right, though. You do look better without the hat."

A nervous chuckle escaped from his throat. "It's been a while since we've had some free time."

"It has, hasn't it? But now we're not in the killing game."

"Then I'd like to know more about you, Akamatsu-san."

Kaede started to go deep in thought. "We've hung around each other for a while and we really don't know much about each other. Yeah. I think this is a good idea."

"Well, let's try to separate what's fact and fiction. How about your family?"

"My family?!" The SHSL Pianist looked surprised. "That's a really bold question, Saihara-kun! Planning to meet them someday?"

"A-Ah!" Shuichi's mouth was agape in shock. "I, wait, hold on! It was just that Shirogane-san tried to include a red herring by saying that you had a twin sister."

"I do have a sister. But she's younger."

"She's with your family in one of the shelters, right?"

"Yeah. They're all okay. Thank goodness. I guess the combination of dying in a killing game and seeing all this sudden destruction firsthand made me appreciate them a lot more."

"You guys didn't get along?"

"Well... I think I get along with my family as much as normal people do. I guess. It's kind of hard to compare when you only know so many people. How about you? I know you lived with your uncle. Is he a detective?"

"That would've been interesting. But no, he's just a rank-and-file policeman of the Yokohama Metropolitan Police Department. He was always busy so I'd just find myself home by myself most of the time. Some days he would have to sleep over at a colleague's house."

"What about your parents?"

"They work long hours for different companies. Right now they're overseas for work. Honestly, I barely even have any memories of them. But they do send me money every now and then."

"That sounds really hard. Not being close with any of your family, I mean."

"You get used to it. I guess it's why I got so involved with video games and anime. Including Danganronpa."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but were you a NEET?"

"N-No!" Shuichi panicked for a few moments. "I get why you'd think I'd be like that. But it's not like I don't like people. It's just a little tough to make close friends when you have such niche interests."

"Oh I see. You were probably one of those really nice guys that would be kind of invisible in class, right?"

"I...guess? I'm not sure if you're insulting me or feeling sorry for me."

"I'm not!" She replied. "You just happen to really like the series. Or used to."

"It's fun until you get involved personally. Just like how people drive by and watch the aftermath of a car crash."

"That's a good way of putting it."

"You're, uh, still holding my hand."

"Oh! Sorry!" Kaede quickly reeled her hand back while turning a little red. "Actually, I was a little frightened."

"About what?"

"If we were really that different from how we were in the killing game. But it's difficult to make up a personality out of nowhere, wouldn't it?"

"From what I know of the series, yeah. Even brainwashed, people still had their personalities in tact – just twisted at most."

"So you're saying the others are pretty similar then?"

"Probably. I don't exactly have any proof to back it up, though."

"Then we'll just go with instinct!"

Shuichi gave her a good long look and then started to stifle a chuckle.

"Hey!"

"Sorry! Sorry. But I'd say that's pretty important to keep that in mind. Sometimes there just isn't hard evidence to prove something."

"That doesn't sound very detective-like."

"In an ideal world, you'd be able to explain anything and everything. But those types of worlds are just fiction."

ANote

Makoto waved off Ai as she bowed and left his office. He looked straight at the monitor on his desk and saw a familiar face.

"Alter Ego-san. I'm going to upload Nanami-san's data, okay?"

"Okay, Naegi-kun!" The familiar visage of a digitized Chihiro Fujisaki smiled. "And this will lock my master out of the system?"

"Yeah. I know you were developed by Fujisaki-san in this world but the data that I'm about to give you will make you more like the one I'm used to. As much as I respect him he doesn't need to know what's going on here."

"It's okay. I'm under your care now."

Makoto rubbed the corners of his eyes. "This is kind of like what happened to a lot of the people here when they were replaced."

"Don't worry. You're not reformatting my data. I'm just inheriting the knowledge of the Alter Ego that you know."

"You're way too kind."

"I don't understand what you mean."

"Never mind. I'm putting the USB in now."

"Understood."

After placing in the copy of the artificial Chiaki's data into one of the ports, he leaned back and relaxed as he was waiting for it to finally be installed onto the operating system. As he was looking up he saw that one of the ceiling tiles had been moved and saw a familiar grinning face looking down at him.

"A-Ah!" Were his last words before a familiar strawberry blonde woman was literally straddling on him.

"Afternoon, darling."

"J-Junko. Again?!"

"Are you really surprised? I've developed more than 11037 ways to bypass whatever security you guys have just so I can get to you." She mewled and kissed him on the forehead. Makoto narrowed his eyes at the mention of the number. "And now we have someone who can watch."

"No wait, stop!"

"Naegi-kun. The data's finished uploading." Was Alter Ego's only response.

Junko continued to stay perched right where she was and turned around slightly. "Hey! You! Computer boy. Show me a mastermind Makoto Naegi!"

"A what?!" The aforementioned man's voice was strained from both the girl sitting on his lap and the strange question she was asking the AI.

"Aren't you curious, Makoto? I wanna see how you could run a killing game!"

Before he could reply, Alter Ego did. "My data from both what I know about Makoto Naegi as well as referencing Gekkogahara-san's database says that it's impossible."

"What?! Even if he's gone insane?"

"Then his personality would be different. Ergo, impossible for the Makoto Naegi in my files."

Junko's voice was full of despairing disappointment. "Wow. That's so lame."

"Why are you asking about that sort of stuff anyway?"

"Aren't you curious? There are probably so many different multiverses of us that it's probably happened. Like how would I be if I were into hope?"

"...probably just as dangerous."

"Oh, Makoto!" She kept peppering him with kisses. "Well, since I got to see what a despairing Naegi looks like...then show me an evil Makoto!"

"E-Evil?"

Alter Ego didn't reply right away as his face kept still.

"Wait, you don't have to do that—"

"Processing is complete. I've compiled what an evil Makoto Naegi would be like."

"Show me the money!" Junko ordered.

Makoto rolled his eyes and sighed as Alter Ego changed his display from Chihiro to Makoto's face.

"...seriously? You two have got no shame!" Evil Makoto spouted out with a judging look.

"Awwww. You're still jittery about skinship, Naegi-kun?"

"I never said I had a problem with it."

"Hmhm." Junko tapped her chin as Makoto was watching her from essentially under her. "Hey, hey Naegi-kun. How do you feel about despair?"

"Er...despair? Uh...it's bad, I guess."

"Oh? But if everyone enjoyed it, it would be good right?"

"I don't know what you're getting at here."

"You should help me spread some despair, Naegi-kun! Maybe I'll reward you for being a good, twisted little boy."

"Hey!" The regular Makoto yelled.

"A reward huh? Doesn't take a SHSL Detective to understand what you mean by that. But I'm going to have to pass, thanks."

"What?!"

"I don't know what kind of guys you've been tempting. And I'm not going to lie and say that I'm not interested in the reward. But sounds like you're trying to get me to end the world or something. No girl's worth that."

"So stubborn." Junko pouted. "Then I'll just have to kill you."

"I'll pass on that, too. I like living." Evil Makoto smirked.

"Smartass."

Junko got bored of her new Makoto-shaped toy and went back to the real one. "Guess you're the only one for me, lover!"