The latch clicked shut and the footsteps grew less frantic and sounded as if whoever was coming towards the door had slowed their pace to a leisurely stroll.
Ishimaru stepped away from the door and stepped towards the curious portrait, his legs trembling with fear. He ran his hand over the cold metal plate underneath the portrait and gasped as he read the caption engraved onto it.
"So..."
"So I'm the..."
*CRASH*
The door swung open violently, and a tall figure burst through and stopped in the doorway, their shadow casting itself over the room.
"So... you saw it too, huh?" The lilac haired investigator spoke with a serious tone, one that sent an uncomfortable shiver down Ishimaru's spine.
"..."
The lights flickered off and before Ishimaru knew it Kirigiri was standing behind him, holding a knife to his throat tightly, ready to strike. "What do you know?"
"I-... just kill me." The flames around Ishimaru's eyes died, as his left pupil began to dart in all directions
"You idiot." Kirigiri threw the knife to the ground, and stared at the portrait with a blank expression.
"So..."
"Is this what True Despair feels like?" Ishimaru screamed, "Killing your friends... deceiving the innocent hardworking students of hopes peak academy... scratching your own eye until its red and raw...? There's a high probability!" tears soaked his sleeves once more as he turned to Kirigiri, his head pounding and hands shaking.
"Is this what it feels like... to be the Mastermind?"