"Ay, just tell me your name or everything will be really freakin' awkward!" Ishida snarled, clenching his fists beside his hips.

Kirigiri thought it was best not to mess with the boy that had so fiercely murdered Aoi... with his own teeth no less.

"Kyouko Kirigiri." She spoke sternly, staring down at the mess she had made on the floor with a disappointed gaze. Oh well, it wasn't like it was a big deal...not in this place anyway.

Ishida grinned at her, and then proceeded to growl, placing a hand on his bleeding eye.

"D'you mind telling me what he did to this?"

Kirigiri narrowed her eyes and scowled at him.

"So you can't remember...?" She muttered, stepping a little closer to Aoi's dead body, cautiously processing the information in front of her.

"Nah, well it's not that simple. I can usually tell what he's doing, but this time He got in total control! I'm a little fuzzy on a lot of details...but I suppose that's how it goes when you erase your 'host body' 's memories. You forget a few of the details, you know?"

So he couldn't remember everything...? Then killing Naegi...

"You're telling me he didn't make a difference?!" Kirigiri was on the verge of tears, she looked straight up at Ishida, her teeth gritted together to prevent her mouth from spouting out all her thoughts.

Ishida looked genuinely offended.

"Hey, don't act like I'm just an information bank! Besides it's not like I can't remember ANYTHING! I can actually remember something kind of...useful!" His flames grew more intense around his blood-red eyes. Ishida began to flap his arms frantically in annoyance.

"Useful?" Kirigiri questioned, trying to compose herself.

Ishida suddenly looked a little more satisfied.

"Yeah, useful! Just...Hey! It's 10PM... you have to get to your dorm!" He began to grow stern, as his previous personality had done so frequently, pressing his fingers to his watch so forcibly that Kirigiri was surprised that he didn't break the glass.

Kirigiri felt as though her answers were right in front of her, just waiting to be grasped with both of her black gloves...but she couldn't quite reach them yet. She had to keep pushing the ladder until the answers could be safely carried down...without any complications.

"You said before, you can break the rules you make, isn't that right? So tell me what you mean by useful." It was a gamble but...

Ishida continued to tap his watch, the occasional few drops of blood flowing from his mouth and making a peaceful dripping noise, like a drain pipe the day after it had been raining. It was almost hypnotic, and caused Kirigiri to feel slightly dizzy...all of this had been too much... but if she could just keep her consciousness.

"Hey, I didn't make this rule! It was wannabe rich girl! I'll tell you all the useful crap at 7am in the dining hall, I can't break rules I don't make..." He seemed to be growing impatient, now with his arms crossed and his burning eyes closed, trapping the roaring flames inside his eyelids. Ishida seemed to have the same obsession with following the rules as Ishimaru did, but Kirigiri dared not mention that to him.

Kirigiri still felt uneasy, trying to decide whether to go back to her dorm or to desperately try and wring more answers out of him. She shuffled her feet for a minute or two, clearing her throat every now and again.

"I know what you're thinking, what about the rest of em? Well, he may have made up the trial rules but I'm the one who said no more than two people can be killed by a single mastermind!" Ishida let out a strangely pleasant laugh, it was gleeful...which was unsettling when Kirigiri considered who it was coming from.

He continued " So while you're sleepin' I'll take care of em for ya. Don't blame me if I have a little fun with it though, after all, I know where ALL the best weapons are in the whole school!" Ishida appeared to be blushing and was breathing irregularly from the sheer excitement of this task, chuckling when he caught his breath.

He wasn't going to give her the answers... the only thing Kirigiri could do at this point was to go back to her dorm...she couldn't trust the others...and she knew she couldn't trust this guy either...she barely even knew who he was...

All Kirgiri did was nod in agreement, desperately trying not to stare too much at Aoi's body, the neck pouring with thick rosy blood, and her pained expression.

Ishida began to walk towards her and looked perplexed when he saw her back away.

"There's only one exit here, it's not like I can just go through the other door!" He sighed, seeming annoyed at Kirigiri's reluctance to let him walk beside her.

They walked up to the door in an awkward silence, before they reached the entrance to the corridor.

"Just...make their deaths..." Kirigiri mumbled, looking down the hallway.

"Eh? What was that, sweetie?" Ishida replied, casually placing his elbow on her shoulder.

"Don't make their deaths too painful."

Ishida smiled as she speeded away, shouting playfully after her.

"I'm not makin' any promises!"