Kyoko Kirigiri – Super High School Level Record #6:
I'm done with this shit.
I'm sorry. That's not really fair, is it. However, I know I'm supposed to write in here about the others, and about everything that's gone on so far, but I just don't feel like playing this bear's game any more. Somebody is pulling the strings and I'm pretty sure it isn't one of us. Which means someone else is still out there, observing everything. The bear said he was the principal but that's almost certainly not true either. How do I know? Because I know precisely who the principal of Hope's Peak is, and although he may be many things, not many of them good, he wouldn't create this torture game and force us to play. He wouldn't do that to me...
Stop. I have to stay strong, have to stay impartial. That is what a good detective does, right? I don't know what I was supposed to be, what my 'Ultimate' talent is, but if someone needs to play Holmes or Lupin then I seem to be the best candidate. Naegi... no, Makoto. He's been so useful, so resourceful, as well. I wish I could tell him everything, but sometimes there are things that need to stay hidden. One day, maybe I'll be able to share them with him. I want to. But right now, it's just too hard. Not the right time.
As for what the others think of me, let's just say I had a little help in getting past the protection on this journal. I'm surprised the bear was actually honest about no-one else being able to read people's entries once written. Then again, I did recently have an AI friend with a bit too much time on his virtual hands, and a grudge against the thing that caused his creator's death. Alter Ego may be gone, but the programs he and Chiaki left behind were enough for me to break through the security protocols, and so the thoughts of everyone became as accessible to me as a book lying open, waiting to be read.
For the most part, it's predictable. They may think they're keeping everything to themselves, but personalities shine through on the page. It's not a surprise to see what they think of me, not that I really care all that much. Well, except for Nae... Makoto. It feels strange, and I'll admit I blushed a little bit when I saw what he'd written about me. Can I tell him? It's too familiar... those feelings aren't only his to feel about me. I must admit that I've also had those stirrings, weak moments when I've found myself thinking about him instead of the case at hand, hoping that he might see me in a way that can be called more than just friendship. The comments he makes about time and memory, too – they are also familiar. It's not a coincidence. I feel like I'm so close now to cracking this mystery open, to discovering just what went on here before we awoke. How long were we asleep for?
Whoever the mastermind is, they should be wary. I know they can read this file, because otherwise what would the purpose be in making us write these entries? In which case, allow me to leave a warning. Monokuma. Whoever is pulling your puppet strings, whoever is hiding behind the cheap robotic smile, we will find your secret soon. I have no doubt that I am the next target, because I'm not a fool and clearly neither are you. Whatever you may attempt, I will be ready. Despair will not succeed. I hope you know what you're dealing with, who you are dealing with, because this is the end game. Best of luck.