She stumbles, falls over and smashes the side of her head on the ground. The music screeches to a stop. Silence.

JUNKO: In this sleep of death — what dreams May come...

A light comes up and from the corner of Junko's eye she swears she sees it. A tall white dragon in a black tailcoat

[HUSK]
This is not Danganronpa
Sha la la la la

[SIRAMAY]
A little piece of you
The little peace in me
Will die

[HUSK]
This is not the miracle

[SIRAMAY]
For this is not Danganronpa

Blossom fails to bloom this season
Promise not to stare
Too long
For this is not the miracle

There was a time
A storm that blew so pure
For this could be the biggest sky
I could have the faintest idea

[HUSK]
For this is not Danganronpa

[SIRAMAY]
Sha la la la la

[HUSK]
This is not Danganronpa

[SIRAMAY]
No!

[HUSK]
This is not
Sha la la la la

[SIRAMAY]
Snowman melting from the inside
Falcon spirals to the ground

[HUSK]
This could be the biggest sky

[SIRAMAY]
So bloody red, tomorrow's clouds

A little piece of you
The little piece in me
Will die

[HUSK]
This could be the miracle

[SIRAMAY]
For this is not Danganronpa

There was a time
A wind that blew so pure
This could be the biggest sky
I could have the faintest idea

[HUSK]
For this is not Danganronpa

[SIRAMAY]
Sha la la la la

[HUSK]
This is not Danganronpa

[SIRAMAY]
No!

[HUSK]
This is not
Sha la la la la

SIRAMAY: Do you need any help?

JUNKO: Some help - yes.

SIRAMAY: D'you know what happened?

JUNKO: Yeah, the floor hit me.

SIRAMAY: You should replace it with another floor.

JUNKO: Good thinking — I'll do that…
You wanna drink?

SIRAMAY: No thanks.

JUNKO: A teetotaler, right... So, what's your name?

SIRAMAY: …that's a good question.

JUNKO: You don't have a name?

SIRAMAY: Well, I must have a name!
but it seems to slip my mind just now.

JUNKO: You seem incredibly calm about that.

SIRAMAY: Yeah, I know, it's odd.
You know up close you really look sick? You're not dying, are you?

JUNKO: A little bit every day. I'm a dying man who can't die actually.

SIRAMAY: That's a joke, right?

JUNKO: Not being able to die is a joke. A FUCKING TERRIBLE JOKE!
…Apologies for the F word.

SIRAMAY: You know, your apartment smells a little bit, maybe if you got a scented candle or sprayed a little Glade...

JUNKO: Sorry but what exactly are you doing here?

SIRAMAY: Well right now I'm talking to you

JUNKO: No, you think you're talking to me.

SIRAMAY: What do you mean?

JUNKO: You're not real

Siramay touches his fingers together as he rubs his claws

SIRAMAY: I feel real.

JUNKO: Well you're not! My brain's just making you up — which will come as a terrible disappointment — but you're just another dream, a delusion, a chemical belch in my head! Moments ago, someone was dancing inside that television... which is impossible.
Just go…

SIRAMAY: What?
come on you can't shut me out like that! Not now!

Junko doesn't respond, ignoring him

Well, be that way! I'll be back!
and next time I'll have someone you'll actually listen to!