Chapter 54: Save the Revelation

Chiaki's breaths were ragged and sweat dripped from her brow as she grasped the cold wooden podium. The surroundings shifted back to the trial room after her deep dive into the disdainful memories of Junko Enoshima. Though the dive lasted only minutes, the effects left her drained. While the gamer desired to close her cursed eye, her investigation hadn't concluded yet.

Taking a deep breath and standing tall, Chiaki gazed at the cognitive Junko Enoshima standing opposite her on the podium. Cognitive Junko smirked and said, "Fun times, right?"

"No, that was awful," Chiaki scrunched her face, reliving Junko's life in her head like a movie reel. She not only witnessed the scenes but also connected with the emotions Junko felt at the time—anger, grief, happiness, despair. She'd come as close as one could to walking in another's shoes. However, Junko's vulnerability remained a mystery to her.

"Even if I can see it, I just can't understand why you took that path. Why did it have to be despair that you found purpose in?"

"You saw it for yourself, nobody. If you still don't have an answer, maybe it's time to accept that this vulnerability doesn't exist," Junko said, putting a hand on her hip and laughing. "That insane teacher of yours filled your head with bullshit this entire time!"

Ignoring Junko's laughter, Chiaki asked, "There's got to be more. What about your time at Hope's Peak Academy?"

"Ugh, what's the point of going over all that? You got most of the events from Yukizome's reports, my dumb sister, and from your own personal experience. You know, when I nearly killed you and all."

"That can't be it... Wait, what about you and Ms. Yukizome? You two had to have met when you set up the game between you. Why can't I see that memory?"

Junko groaned, rolling her eyes. "Tch, beats me. I guess it just means you have only some of my memories."

Chiaki's knuckles whitened, and her grip on the podium became strong. Was there nothing else to see? After braving the terrifying depths of Junko's psyche, she couldn't reach her conclusion. It didn't matter if she challenged Junko to a simple game of rock-paper-scissors. If her weakness did exist—that was her one chance of victory.

"There has to be something," murmured Chiaki, using all her remaining mental strength to delve into Junko's memories. The long dive began to make her body twitch as the corruption from the mastermind's psyche attacked her.

"You are a damn fool, Chiaki Nanami," said Junko, her azure eyes rigid. "All you're doing is shortening the time you remain sane. There's only one way you can win against me..."

Chiaki's breaths echoed in the empty room. She peered at Junko, and her words began to sound more sensible.

"It's the most cliché piece of advice ever... Just fight fire with fire. Let my psyche consume you and become me. For the only way to defeat the invincible Junko Enoshima...is to become an even better Junko Enoshima!"

Chiaki considered the option of embracing despair, impressed by how it helped Junko become the mastermind she was, and how it elevated Chisa's capabilities. She even thought that maybe if she allowed Junko's influence to take over, she could win. Chiaki had been contemplating embracing despair for a while now, feeling that her friends weren't that important, so why not?

But suddenly, she stopped herself and yelled, "Stop!" Her inner monologue returned to normal as she breathed in and out, muttering her name to herself. She had delved too deep into Junko's psyche, and her voice began to meld with the fashionista, echoing actions she would never take.

Junko pouted and snapped her fingers, saying, "Almost had you there. It's like I give you the holy grail, and you keep resisting the urge to drink out of it. Truly... I'll never understand a nobody like you..."

Chiaki gasped as Junko's eyes widened. A memory appeared in her mind, which meant little to her but perhaps meant much more to Junko. Junko's demeanor became more rigid as she didn't like the memory Chiaki brought to the surface.

"That's it, isn't it?" said Chiaki. "That day where the scramble crossing was empty except for the two of us. The first time we met before you even embraced despair. We didn't even say a word to each other. To me, it was just another day. But to you... to you, it meant so much more."

Junko's face remained expressionless as she said, "Well...looks like you found it..."

The scene around Chiaki changed once more. Instead of the dim trial room, she found herself standing in the middle of Shibuya Crossing, Japan's busiest intersection, which was strangely deserted. The setting sun shone brightly, reflecting off the glass windows of the tall buildings while colorful advertisements and billboards decorated the streets. A popular idol group performed a block away, a parade ran through the streets parallel to the crossing and select areas of the crossing were supposed to be blocked off due to a movie studio shooting a scene here. These events all led to the busiest crossing becoming empty, except for the two young girls standing on opposite sides of the crossing.

On the right stood a young Chiaki Nanami, holding her Game Girl in hand. She had traveled to Shibuya to pick up a new game that had just been released. As she played, she walked back and forth before finally looking up. Her battery was low, so she had to stop playing for now. She put the console in her pocket and murmured to herself, "I'll play after it charges. Not like there's anything else to do..."

Golden Week was starting tomorrow and all the kids in class were excitedly discussing their plans for the vacation, from sleepovers to hangouts. But for Chiaki, it didn't matter much. Her mother was going on another business trip, and she planned to spend the week in her room playing games, which was all the entertainment she needed. However, there was a nagging feeling of emptiness that she couldn't shake when her eyes left the majestic pixels on her console screen.

As she waited for the pedestrian signal to cross the road, she noticed a young girl on the opposite side of the crossing. Her brown school uniform looked ragged, her shoulders were slouched, and her scarlet eyes were striking. Chiaki felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if she was looking at a reflection of herself.

The two girls began to walk towards each other, and Chiaki kept her eyes forward, not wanting to be rude and stare at the red-haired girl. As they crossed paths, time seemed to slow down, and Chiaki stole a glance at the girl. Their eyes met, and Chiaki felt a strange kinship with her, a warmth she had never experienced before.

Without knowing what to say, Chiaki smiled warmly at the girl, who gasped in response. The moment was brief, and Chiaki continued on her way home, feeling the urge to run back to the girl but ultimately deciding against it.

The scene shifted back to the trial room as Chiaki closed her eyes from exhaustion. She fell to her knees, arms clung to the podium, preventing her from colliding face-first with the cold floor. The illusionary Junko vanished, leaving the gamer alone with her ragged breath. Chiaki would have passed out if she hadn't had the revelation she just experienced.

"That day… I met her. With that memory, it's like I could feel both our emotions at the same time—a shared moment held deep down between the both of us. The truth about me and Junko is in that moment!"

Chiaki used every fiber of her being to piece together the final part of the eternal question - the truth of Junko Enoshima's weakness. Whatever Chisa wanted, Chiaki might never know. But perhaps Junko's weakness wasn't a lie.

"Leaving me alive," she said to herself. "A vulnerability. Something that Junko would fear, something that only I can do. Not Ultimate Hope or Despair…but only something about me that Junko can't understand. Like a hidden level she can't access, even with her talent. What is it…?" Chiaki took a deep breath before staring upwards. "Please, whatever talent I have in me…give me the truth!"

And then, a single word passed through her mind.

Nobody.

Chiaki gasped, her eye wide, her breath stopping. Nobody. Whether it was the real deal, artificial intelligence, or the illusionary Junko, she always referred to Chiaki like this. At first, the gamer paid no mind, chalking it up to a low-brow insult. But what if it wasn't just an insult to Junko? What if that word meant more to her?

And just like that, the fog lifted.

"That's it!" Chiaki stood, tears streaming down her face because of the influx of emotions. She sniffled, overwhelmed that after days, or rather, years of having Junko waver over her soul, she had finally found the truth.

Everything made sense. No wonder she had never stood a chance against Junko. She had been flailing in the dark, sinking in the mud with no direction. Chiaki finally found what she had that Junko couldn't figure out. That quick moment of silence between them as young kids spoke louder than any bit of information Chiaki had researched. Through perseverance past the despair, she had finally earned the truth of this unsolvable case that is Junko Enoshima.

"Ms. Yukizome, Miaya, Hinata, everybody…" Louder than she ever had, Chiaki screamed, "I've found the truth!"

VVV

The cool outside air refreshed Chiaki's lungs as she stepped out of Hope's Peak Academy, craving the fresh air after the long memory dive. It had lasted an hour in real time but felt like days. Even though Chiaki had found the answer, her problem was only half solved. She had solved the question of Junko's vulnerability, but the question remained: what game would Chiaki challenge her to? This was Junko Enoshima, and even with the revelation, if Chiaki didn't take advantage of her ability to subvert Junko's talent in the right way, she would lose. The gamer sighed, realizing she had been so focused on solving Junko's weakness that she forgot to think up a suitable game.

"It has to be something big," she said, putting a finger to her chin. "A game where there's a lot of room for unpredictability on my part. Something like..."

Then an idea appeared. However, she gulped because it required her to visit one area she never wanted to see again. Pushing down her fear, Chiaki carried her tired legs across the campus until she arrived at the famous statue of the academy's founder, which was mostly intact.

"What was it again?" she mumbled, trying to remember the button combination Nagito used that one time. She caressed her hand across the statue until she found a button, then placed her foot on a switch, causing the statue to move and reveal the dark stairwell she had gone down once before. Chiaki smacked her cheeks, telling herself she had faced many of her fears up to this point. What was another one at this point?

She walked down the steps, which were moist from the earlier rain. The nightmares of Mikan pushing her through the trapdoor still haunted her. The bad memories kept coming as she walked into the main computer room where she reunited with Hajime in his new form and Junko. She put a hand to her heart, recalling that this was where Mukuro had lobotomized Chisa. Needless to say, this place sucked.

She approached the control panel, and the monitors and keyboards were all dusty from years of disuse. Her fingers pressed the rusty power button before the computer roared to life. She felt her heart skip a beat when a live feed of the maze appeared on the screen. She stared at her execution—the place where she nearly died, and her friends were corrupted.

Now, the place of her ultimate failure would lead to her ultimate victory.

Chiaki didn't know if the exhaustion caused her mind to snap, her lust for revenge was greater than she imagined, or Junko's will planted this idea in her head. No matter where it came from, Chiaki intended to use this as the battlefield for the final game. The irony of it almost made Chiaki smirk.

The only problem left to address was how this would work. This place didn't function well anymore, and Chiaki didn't have the faintest idea how to engineer something of this scale. Times like these, she wished her friends were here since Kazuichi could fix this place up blindfolded. But she swore not to involve them in this anymore.

There was only one other person she could ask, or rather, convince to help. She didn't care to involve this person because she already was involved. Chiaki's brow furrowed, clenching her fists at the thought of their face. All that mattered was defeating Junko, so she shoved her emotions down like she did with everything else for now.

To get to this person, Chiaki had to enlist some help. She fished the phone from her pocket before accessing one of her contacts.

Kyoko's phone rang and it only took one ring for her to pick it up. "Nanami?" she asked.

Chiaki could hear rushing in Kyoko's voice. She had been concerned about her. "I'm fine, Kirigiri. Just a bit tired," Nanami replied.

Kyoko breathed a sigh of relief. "You just missed Hina and Naegi. What's going on?"

Nanami took a deep breath before speaking. "Well... I did it. I channeled my inner you and stepped into Junko's shoes. It's hard to explain, but now I finally have the truth."

Kyoko couldn't help but giggle. "So, you've found your answer. Have you decided on the game?"

"That's why I called. I know I keep asking for so much from you without explaining, but I need one more favor. To prepare the game, I'm going to need help... and this person is bad. But this is the only way I can think of that'll give me a chance."

Kyoko remained silent for a moment, surprised to hear Chiaki speak with such conviction. "I've said it before, Nanami. I have no reason to think you're lying about anything. I just worry that you're taking on too much of a burden."

"I definitely am. But this is the only way to stop her, Kirigiri."

"Who did you have in mind to help you?" Kyoko asked.

"All I need is their location, and I can take care of the rest. And, uh... try not to overact when I say their name..."

VVV

Chiaki stood in an open, grassy field, stretching her arms and yawning. The wind blew and the morning sun illuminated the area, causing the tips of her hair to dance. Although a day had passed since her busy conversation with Kyoko, she had only slept a few hours. She didn't want to waste a moment planning the game against Junko. Kyoko had finally agreed to give her the information about a certain someone's location, but she couldn't get to this person on her own. She needed expert help in the form of Yuuji Minoru, the unkempt yet brilliant former employee of the Thirteenth Division.

"Thanks for this, Minoru," said Chiaki, gazing toward the sky. "I know us meeting here after asking you to do this is a little sudden."

Yuuji flipped his messy black hair aside, typing furiously at the laptop in his lap. He had been at this for an hour, using his technical skills to gain access to the systems Chiaki's target was using. He had used specially made Future Foundation cyber tools to gain access however he could.

"Appearing out of nowhere when everyone thinks you're dead, then going on about a game you need to plan, and finishing with me needing to hack the system of this insane girl you want to speak to? Nope...nothing sudden about that at all," Yuuji said sarcastically.

Chiaki smiled when she felt the embrace from behind of her plucky subordinate from the Future Foundation, Mizuki Momoka.

"Don't mind him, boss. You should've seen how sad he was after getting off that ship. I thought he was going to jump in the water after you," Mizuki said, giggling.

"I've already put you two at such risk with breaking me out of jail and now involving you in this. Sorry for being a crappy boss," Chiaki said, feeling guilty.

Mizuki put her hands on her hips and pouted. "Hey, I may not have all the answers, but I know you. Saving my brother from the Despara Carnival, not hesitating to save the Thirteenth Division from that ship...me and Minoru know whatever you're doing must be good." The brunette girl smiled and saluted.

Chiaki smiled, thankful she still had allies backing her. With all the madness of the past few years, who could blame anyone for not associating with her? Chiaki hadn't even asked about the fate of the other Thirteenth members that kneeled beside her on Junko's ship. Mizuki and Yuuji not bringing it up told her enough. Once more, people suffered from being associated with her.

"We don't blame you for anything, Nanami," said Yuuji, catching Chiaki by surprise. "We know the enemies are those annoying Despairs. Stop being troublesome and put the blame on those who deserve it."

Chiaki's eyes widened before she nodded with gratitude. "Okay."

"I managed to find a backdoor in her computer. I've commanded her robots to descend her ship from orbit. She'll be down any minute now..." Yuuji said, standing up and putting his laptop down.

"Right," murmured Chiaki, her heart beating wildly. She had come up with this plan just yesterday, and now it was happening. Even if they never met, Chiaki harbored a special resentment for this person. So much so that she had to make Mizuki and Yuuji agree to some uncomfortable orders. "You guys remember what to do, right?"

"Anything too suspicious," said Mizuki, pulling out a handgun. "I fire."

"And?" Chiaki asked, her heart racing.

The two were silent for a moment before Yuuji said, "If you lose control, we'll both restrain you…"

"Yes…"

She opened her one good eye and spotted the ship of her target in sight. It was a truck painted in the monotone colors synonymous with Monokuma. Four Monokuma robots ushered the ship down until it finally made landfall a few yards away from the group. Mizuki and Yuuji backed away a little, but Chiaki didn't move an inch.

"Well," said Mizuki, her hand trembling, "you did it... Holy shit, I can't believe we're doing this. I mean, this girl..."

"I think the boss is well aware," murmured Yuuji. "Our guest awaits."

The trio approached the van without making a sound. After a minute of waiting, the door located at the back of the van opened. Junko's murderous presence yelled in Chiaki's ear, and her sense of despair crawled up her spine while her palms clinched. Monaca Towa's green, devilish stare landed on her.

Monaca's eyes drifted back and forth between the trio. She had dark circles under her eyes, her gaze empty and disinterested, and her small form was laying on the floor covered in a Monokuma-themed blanket. The sight of empty soda cans and potato chip bags explained the odor of junk food in the air. The sight reminded Chiaki of her childhood bedroom.

After an extended silence, Monaca looked back down at the Game Girl in her palms and resumed playing. Both Yuuji and Mizuki glanced at each other in confusion. The manipulative mastermind behind the events of Towa City reminded Chiaki more of herself than Junko. The twist nearly made the gamer lose focus on her objective.

"Here, Monaca was about to get the top score," said Monaca, her voice indifferent. "And now some Future Foundation stooges want to hack my robots and bring me back to this boring planet? Isn't the Future Foundation extinct or something now?"

Mizuki shook her head, putting on a stern voice. "Monaca Towa, former Lil' Ultimate Homeroom, former Chief Executive of the Towa Group, leader of the self-proclaimed Warriors of Hope, and one of the supposed heirs to Junko Enoshima. We have some questions for you."

The lime-haired girl didn't acknowledge any of them. "Geez, so grumpy. What did Monaca do to make you so mad?"

"Let's see," said Yuuji, "You consorted with despairs, illegally manufactured weapons, illegally used said weapons, trapped people, endangered them, tortured them, murdered them—and many more things before you even qualified for a driver's license."

"Is that what Monaca's Wikipedia says?" Monaca took a swig from her soda can before crushing it and tossing it behind her. "That's all in the past. Didn't you hear the news from Komaru and her secret lover sidekick? Monaca is done with all that hope and despair crap. I'm retired."

"Retired…?" Mizuki murmured before raising her voice. "Do you have any clue what you've done and the suffering you've caused? And what, we're supposed to pat you on the back because you recognized how insane you are!"

Monaca sighed and rolled her eyes. "Go buy a violin. What do you want from me? Big sis is dead, Makoto saved the day, and I had nothing to do with the Future Foundation killing game. With awful bosses like yours, all I had to do was watch them tear each other apart. Monaca didn't hurt anyone important."

Chiaki lost her grip on her sanity for a moment.

Mizuki and Yuuji gasped as Chiaki walked towards the van and pulled Monaca up by the collar of her pajamas, shoving her against the wall. Chiaki's VEIL hand was close to Monaca's neck. If Chiaki used any of its offensive features on Monaca this close, Junko's influences could make those hideous images a reality.

"N-Nanami…!" Mizuki exclaimed. They should have restrained Chiaki, but they were frozen. Perhaps they could sympathize with her anger, or maybe they were afraid to interfere.

As Monaca hung from Chiaki's grip, her legs floating idly, she showed no fear. She stared back into Chiaki's eyes.

"…Monaca remembers you, Chiaki Nanami," she said. "When I hacked into the Future Foundation mainframe, I read your file. It said you were dead, but it's clearly not true."

Chiaki struggled to keep it together, tears welling in her eyes as Miaya's lifeless body stuck in her mind. "Did you kill her…?"

"Here for revenge?" Monaca grinned, her forest-colored eyes gazing into Chiaki's soul. "Another Future Foundation leader that wants to settle a personal vendetta. Like I said, Monaca doesn't need to lift a finger while you guys tear each other apart!"

Chiaki could see why Junko took an interest in this young girl. Even in her indifferent state, her words became venomous. Her eyes made your very soul feel bare. All the rumors Chiaki had heard about the young former CEO were true. If she did decide to pursue Junko's legacy, she would be dangerous. And she killed Miaya, someone Chiaki loved more than she could express to the therapist. The will of Junko made Chiaki visualize using VEIL to end Monaca right there.

Nevertheless, Chiaki let Monaca go, and the young girl's legs crumpled beneath her as she fell to the floor. The gamer wiped the tears out of her eyes, taking deep breaths.

"Never doubted you for a second, boss," Mizuki said, smiling, even though Chiaki spotted beads of sweat from the anxiety of what almost occurred.

"How dull," Monaca said, rubbing her unkempt lime-colored hair. "Hope and despair are really lame."

"I'm not here for either," Chiaki replied. "I've come here…to ask for your help."

Monaca raised an eyebrow while Mizuki and Yuuji exchanged worried glances. Chiaki had only informed them that she wanted to speak, dubious about her true intentions.

"Boss," murmured Mizuki, "we trust you and all, but…this girl…"

"I know," said Chiaki, closing her eyes. Under normal circumstances, she would never sink to these depths, but time was of the essence. "I'm not here for revenge, to arrest you, or even to try to convert you to the side of hope. I just need your help with something."

Monaca eyed Chiaki up and down, her gaze uncomfortable and sharp. Despite her indifference, the young girl began to show interest, playing right into Chiaki's hands. Perhaps some of Chisa's lessons had sunk in after all.

"You're strange. I'm not sure what you're expecting from Monaca. I shot myself into space because I was done. Just what is it you want?"

"I read all about your file. Ever since you were young, you've been a prodigy in technology and robotics. My talent has always been just playing games, but you're a genius. And I need that genius to, well, create my very first game!"

Monaca, Mizuki, and Yuuji shared a confused glance. The young paraplegic girl tilted her head, putting a finger to her chin. "A… game? That's what you brought Monaca back for?"

"Yep, that's right."

"Pass. Admittedly, playing games is fun since becoming a NEET, but making them sounds boring. What use is your gamer talent if you can't even do that much?" The young girl stretched her arms. "Can I go back into space now?"

"Ugh," Mizuki furrowed her brow. "Come on, boss, let's just bring this devil child in. All she wants to do is waste her life in this van."

"Monaca seconds that." Just as Monaca grabbed her Game Girl, Chiaki copied her movements and grabbed it at the same time. The young girl looked up at her, annoyed.

"That's the thing about games," Chiaki bent down to Monaca's level, and the former executive's eyes widened. "They bring people together and provide fun, no matter what side you're on. Everyone on this planet can appreciate games because there's one for everybody. That's what I believe."

Chiaki's expression darkened, and her voice became stern. "But that's not the kind of game I'm talking about, Monaca. The game I want to make is a serious one. A classic one-on-one fight to finish. And my opponent is…"

Chiaki paused, and Monaca's eyes didn't waver.

"Your big sis—Junko Enoshima."

Monaca's eyes shot open, and her mouth fell agape, jolting her out of her trance. The revelation hit her hard; the one person she genuinely cared about was alive. She tried to conceal it, but her stoic facade crumbled in front of everyone. Mizuki and Yuuji were equally shocked – Mizuki covered her mouth, and Yuuji gazed at the ground. Monaca considered the possibility that Chiaki might be lying, but what motive would the gamer have to contact her if it wasn't a matter of utmost importance? Monaca couldn't ignore the conviction in Chiaki's voice – she believed her.

Monaca shook her head and muttered, "You're lying."

Chiaki responded calmly, "I'm not lying, Monaca. Think about it. Would the Junko you knew allow herself to lose in the Mutual Killing Game?"

Monaca's eyes remained fixed on Chiaki as she tried to scrutinize her thoughts. Her expression turned sour, and she clenched her fists like a child who had been refused a toy they wanted.

"Monaca doesn't know what you think you saw, but I don't appreciate being called a liar! Do you know who I am? If big sis were alive, she'd tell me! I was supposed to be her heir!"

Monaca's outburst was both astonishing and entertaining. Her behavior clarified why she could effortlessly manipulate the Warriors of Hope. But this wasn't a performance. Junko's deception regarding her plan was gnawing at Monaca. She realized that Chiaki might be telling the truth.

"When you hacked into the Future Foundation database, you saw what happened in the Neo World Program, right? Junko watched the whole thing. I spoke to her after it happened. She did this to me..."

Bracing herself, Chiaki opened her left eye. Monaca recoiled at the sight of Chiaki's scarlet iris. The gamer could only keep it open for a second due to the exhaustion caused by the memory dive, but Monaca's stunned expression confirmed that it was enough.

Monaca cocked her head, her eyes narrowing. She glanced at Chiaki, then at Mizuki and Yuuji, and then back to Chiaki again. The young genius was probably weighing all her options. Nevertheless, her renewed interest was a remarkable improvement from her previous indifferent demeanor.

Arms crossed, Monaca asked, "If you're not here for hope or despair, then what? Just what do you want?"

Chiaki closed her eye, knowing that the answer wasn't simple. "... Right now, all I want is to stop Junko. You said you gave up on both sides, right? Then, why not help me and find out for yourself? Perhaps your question can finally be resolved."

"And if Monaca chooses despair?"

"That's your decision. All I can promise is that if you help me, you're under my protection. You've already given up on the world, so what have you got to lose?"

Monaca hesitated before sighing, then put on an innocent smile in a flash, as if she had swapped her face. "Listen up, little sis," she said.

Chiaki raised an eyebrow, not liking the nickname at all.

"I doubt that Junko is actually alive, and you seem like you're a bit unhinged. Still, this is the most interested I've been since being shot into space. So, I'll help you with this game or whatever it is you're planning."

Chiaki smiled and nodded. Monaca was vile, but without her help, the game couldn't happen. Assuming the setup went well, she could finally focus on her battle against Junko.

"Boss, are you sure...?" asked Mizuki, sheathing her gun. "I know you say it's important, but... she killed Ms. Gekkogahara..."

"I know." Chiaki put a hand over her chest, feeling the kindness the woman who had helped rehabilitate her deeply in her heart. "If she were here, she would want us to do everything we could. I can cry and feel awful about this after the game is over."

"Monaca likes conviction. Now, could one of you fetch my wheelchair? Wouldn't want cute little me to be crawling around, hehe."

"This is officially more than I can handle..." muttered Yuuji, retrieving Monaca's wheelchair.

After Monaca secured herself to her wheelchair, Chiaki volunteered to push her around. The foursome stepped outside, and the sun blazed while the wind blew. Monaca looked up at the sky, flicking her lime hair to the side.

"Did you miss it?" asked Chiaki. "Being outside, I mean."

"Eh," Monaca said, pretending not to care, though her body language said otherwise. "Monaca wonders…what's the name of this game?"

Chiaki faced forward, her plan underway. Not even a few days ago, she had escaped the Neo World Program, confronted Junko, and now partnered with Monaca Towa. Pushing Miaya's murderer around disgusted Chiaki, as if she had covered herself in manure. However, all that mattered was the final game. And she had the perfect name for it.

"It's called... The Execution of Junko Enoshima."