The six survivors stare at fifteen screens. One screen shows nothing but static. Then, one displaying a boy in a yellow jumpsuit being ground to a pulp fades to snow as well. Fukawa faints.

"A-Alter Ego! What's the status on the virus?" Naegi asks, his gaze fixed on the two static screens.

"W-well..." Alter Ego pops up in a window on the huge computer behind them. Togami and Kirigiri turn to face the AI. "I... it's getting stronger. I-I think."

"It's Kamakura!" Togami rages, slamming his fists against the wall. "He's causing it to degrade way too fast! The entire damn thing is going to collapse before we can do anything about it! How is he doing this?! He's not supposed to be in the program!"

"D-didn't he tell them, Togami-chi?"

"Shut up, you moron!"

"Stop it." Kirigiri shushes them both. "Alter Ego, how is the progress on the Time Trial Project?"

"It's going well enough... but I can't control the kids or anything, so I can't prevent them from doing anything... dangerous..." The AI bows its head.

"Why aren't those three doing anything?" Asahina asks, scared, staring at the screens of Tanaka, Saionji, and Komaeda. They stare just as fearfully as everyone else.

"I don't know." Naegi responds quietly.

"They're just as scared as everyone else. Plus, they also have to worry about the reactions of others. Monobear has planted the seeds of doubt and distrust in the group. They're still worried about the traitor. One wrong move, and they could get killed 'for the good of the group'." Kirigiri says simply, sighing and turning to the fifteen screens.

"I wish we could do something..." Naegi looks forlornly at the thirteen remaining kids. "It's terrible that we have to watch this." Asahina and Hagakure nod in agreement.

"I think it's rather ironic." Togami sighs, having cooled off. Somewhat. "They watched us murder each other. Now the tables have turned."

"Wh-why are you treating this like some kind of joke?!" Asahina turns to Togami, a scowl on her face. The heir shrugs, pushing up his glasses.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you wanted me to go into the program and risk my life for no reason other than your personal satisfaction."

"Th-that's not..."

"Then what did you mean, hmm?" Togami turns to glare at the swimmer. Naegi stops him.

"Togami-kun, please. Let's not fight. We need to figure out what to do." Togami raises an eyebrow.

"You can't seriously mean..."

"It might come to that, you know. Considering how our's turned out. And I doubt there are going to be any faked trials here."

"How many will we need to get them out?"

"At least half." Togami groans at the former luckster.

"You want me go to with you?"

"Kyouko-san too." Kirigiri turns when her name is mentioned. Hagakure looks slightly insulted.

"What, you don't want me there, Naegi-chi?" Naegi, despite himself, chuckles.

"Sorry Hagakure-kun. There are only three pods."

The cool island air blows as the night slowly recedes. Four figures stand on the beach.

"You wanted me? Hmm..."

"Enough. You know why."

"Oh? Do I? Is it that you three want answers? As to why you're here? Because I know them. I know everything you could possibly want to know? The traitor? Is that what you want? Or perhaps you want to know about your past? Your memories that were taken? For the years you spent at Hope's Peak were truly a disgrace, if you ask me. Would you like for me to divulge information on that?"

"Oy, let me shut him up."

"So violent. I guess your past isn't what you came here for? Perhaps it's my personal opinion you seek? Let me begin then." The voice clears its throat. "You see, talent is a relative thing. You are only truly talented when your skill shows on your lonesome. It is quite easy to seem talented when you surround yourselves with those that are not. That is what plagued my other self, but in a different, twisted way. He believed that perhaps he was talented somehow, that if he just went somewhere where people were special, his would show through his pale exterior. Perhaps he could be special." The voice chuckles.

"But it's not how things turned out, huh? Because he ended up here. You three are in the same boat, yes? You want to think you're special, but really your 'talents' involve too much of others and thus, you cannot tell if you are truly talented, or are simply surrounding yourselves with those that are simply less skilled than you are. Are you truly special? I cannot answer that question for you. But I can for myself. And I can tell you I am most definitely special." It finishes with a chuckle.

"Wh-what kind of rant was THAT?"

"Who cares?! Get 'im!"

"Eh?" A dull smack resounds through the quiet pre-morning air. "Oh my. Did you really think that would work?" A louder thwack cracks through the air and a quiet thud sounds as the body falls to the ground.

"H-holy shit!"

"I did not think you were capable of such a THING!"

"Would you two imbeciles shut up? He's not dead. Now tie him up. We'll store him in the lodge for now." The three remaining figures work to tie up the knocked out person when they hear a shuddering groan that shakes the air. They glance around frantically, but when it doesn't return, they go back to work. As a beast of metal falls to the ground, defeated, the enormous timer on the central island lets out a burst of steam. The dial clicks down, measuring the days left until something happens to the island's inhabitants.

20 Days Remaining