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Welcome, Hope's Peak Academy Acceptees! I'm your senior, thT̠̗͔͚̊̐̽͒h̺̠̳̟̭̻̲ͦͧ̿̂͌ͧ̿̓e̙̮̗͇ͨ͐̈̋n̦̖͙͇̫̟̙ͣ̄.̭͙̃͛̾̔̚.̸̫̝̠̠̃̄̏͊̍̽̊͘͜.̴̜̫͎̪̱͍̍̆̑̑͜!̞̥̓ͤ̀ͫ̇ ̸̱̠̙͚̰̬̰̆̾̅͡͝O̷̖̩͗ͅn̸̶̲̟̣̱͈̻̺͖̄͂̏ͣ̾ ̴̧̢̙͍̠̺ͪ̈̐̽̓̍ͨ̉o̢̧͇͕̬̪̥̭ͫ̏͛͑́̆ͯͬn̦̺̱̼͉̩̭̆̌̓̎̒e̖͚͖͖̪̞͋ͪ̐̈,̡̛͇̳̞̘̰̩̃̒̾̓ͫ̂ͣ ̡͎̻̺̬ͭ͋ͦt̳͖̤̱̝̱̊̔̽ͮͦ̃́̚͡w̥̦̳͕͇̻̃̽̎ͮͯ͊͘o̭͈̼̱͌̏̓ͯ̈́͆̂,ͭͪ̓́ͩ͆̓͏̤̞̲̥̠͍͡ ̯̹̗ͨ̊͆ͨ̐t̢̹̪͕̝̙̀̍͐̂͛͢͜h̠̩̖̗̟̀̌ͧr̵̗͈̈́̓͋ͤ̊ê̵̹̖̫͖̟̘̥̈́͐̉̌̽ͯͅě̥̪̓͛̿͜͜,̶̮ͬͤ̕ ̪͕͓͈̂̓͊ͭ̚͘w̦͕̼̺͓̟̗̺̿̓̅ͦ̌r̄̍͑͋̉ͧ̓ͦ͏̪̱̜̳͉̩͍͎̱ĩ̙͉̓̈̚͝t̎ͧ͌́̾҉͕͖̩͓̫e̸̢̮ͪ͛̎̍̈́͒̂̿͠ ̛̰͙̲̟̬̐̉ͩ̂ͨ̌ͤ̚ḯ͍̦ͧ̍̽̒ͦn̛̙͔͎̩͈̤̓̈̂ͫ̃͗̈́ͦ̕ ̸̖̭̫̹͂͛̎̔͘͢ͅt̸̠̙̺̙̔̐̒ͧͪ̆̈͜͝h̩͔̗ͫ̇̂̀̽̕e̫̹̮͒̈́͞ ̷̡̮͇͎͗̃́̄ṕ̴̢̮̻̲͈̣̠̥͓̋ͮ̓ͬͯ̾̚a͎̙̻͇͎̟̹ͦͮ̔ͫ̇̊g̖̤̠̬͍͚̱ͫ̏͑̓͡e̟͕͋̉ͯ̊̌̕͞s͔͔͕̼͙̤̤̺ͪ͂̎ͪ͑̂̀!̧̗͕͈̭͐̄͌ͥ̽͊́ ̴̷͔͖̱̰̳̬̖̤͈̅̓ͫͩ̆ͬ͜ ̖̬̞̽ͬ̌ͬ͗͜ͅM̷̨̗̗̠̞̼̠̝͎͚ͣǫ̸̝̺̭̫͖͕͓͌̓̋̈͒̑r͚͈̼̫̣̘͛̊͐̂e͓̝͑́͘ ̨͎̳̫̹̜̿̎ͨ̍ͣ̆ͭa̧̳̦̟̹̮̮͐̀̏ͭͅņ̦̰̿̄̂̐ͥͫ͆͐́͝d̠̫̞̭͓̮̗͕̀̿̃̑́̀͌ͣ̕͜ ̷͇̣̦͊ͨ͌m͋̓̎ͧ͆͏͙̭̜̭̻̪̞ͅo̴̙͓̓̇͗ͩ̇̄̈́̚͞r̢̟̯̼̣̣̿̈̒͡e̐͏͔̼̞.̀̏̀ͧ͒ͬ̚҉͚̖̜̠͈̳̺.̟̟̩̜̦͍͈̬͙̍ͭ̓ͫ̈̐ͮ̕.̟͎̗̟̐͝ ̸̛͔͈̿̃̂̒̀͢d̵͚̖̳̫͇͔̪̰̟ͮͥ̑̈́͂̎ë̳̝̻̪́̂s̞̺͔̈̑͋̏̑̃͢͝t̸̸̻̞̝̠̣̼̯̯͆̂̒̉ŗ̙̯̺̞̳̬ͪ͠ỏ̴̡͓̜̘̩̯̖̘̘ͦ͑̒y͚̝͇͇͆̓̅̉̾̐͝ ̦͇͌͒ͮ͒ͦͯ́͟͡i͐̈́̎̏̎̿̾̓͏̷̴̖t̢̹̠͉͈̫͇̫̂ͭ̐̂ͪͩͫ̽́́͡ ̵̴̨̠̭͔̘͎͓̳̏ͥ̉̑ͫ͒̑ͯa͑ͤ̒̋̇̇͏͔l̴̛̤̙̾̊̈́̉̎̈l̯͐̈́͘!̬̭̘̭͓ͪͩ̒̈́̀̕͡ ̷̨̖̺͚̲̺̥͚̈ͭ̄ͅ ̵̲̩̱̪̭̬̦̜̹͂̇̓ͦ̀I̱̖͗̂ͪ̀͢f̟̯̣͕̘̏̋̊̄̏̚̕ ̷̷͚̹̞̳̓ͬ̈́̆͂̚ỳ̽ͭͨ͏̘̤̤̜̤̲̟o̴̦̘̠͗̾͂̌ṵ̵̩͕͇ͧͦͣͥͣͥ́ͅ ̨̞͙̹̙̺̔̈́͌́̚ͅw̑͛̈̃ͣ̔͏̫ͅä̳̺̹͇̖͓̖̜͔́ͯ̑̽n̷͇̺̯̖̞͙̻͉̣̎̈͗̌̓ͧͦͪ̚t̻̤̬̣͕̹̰̯ͦͪ̌ͣ̉ͫ͐ͪ ̪̣̫̲̼́̀̉͑̈ͥ̓̚͟t̨͈̯̮͚̘̹͊͂̉͋͜o̖͉̯̳̜̺͚͐͛̈́̇͊̉̚ ̴̪͕̻̲̀̒̅ͬͣ̊ͩ͗̀ͅs̰͉̟͍̖ͥ̌̄̏̔̀ě̛̀ͤ͋̽̒̍҉̩͇ę̟̇̿ͨ͌̔ͦ͟ͅͅ ͋̓͌̆ͫ̅ͪ́҉̱̰̪͓̣t̢̼͇̖̳̭̖̺̎̓̂̈͑̚͜hͩ͑̑҉̷̵̹͎̣͇̭̩e̖̳͓̓́ͭͯͩ̀͂͡ ̷̪̹͇̺̮͂ͪ̅̾ͩͤ̃̈ͮt̷͔̹̓̆̈́ͯͥ̇̀r̶̝͓̦̲̪̯̼̞̼̉ͧ͛͌̂̂ͭu̡̳̪̝̱͈͚̣̟̐̀͂e̸̻̪̹̪̞̟ͫ̌ͦ̀̄͒̑̾͆̀ ͓̘̺̬̬̭̲̓̉ͤ̄͊͐͝E͙̯̫͎̫̝̓ͬ̐ͮ́ͨͥ̎̀͢ͅn̛͇̮̺̫͈̮ͨ̓͆ͣ̍͊ͬͤD̢̦̞͆͌͆̋̐ͬ̋͝͡,̶̖̖͖̭͈̜̥̩̼̈́̏͗̅ͨ̍̉̃͡ ̓͌ͪͭͦ҉̯̳͎͉̜̘̕ͅ {GAME: ACTIVE} Currently On: C͍̲ͨ͂ͤ̿̋h̟̼͙̗̆̈͠a̦̯ͧ͂ͪͨp͕̺̮̏̋ț̵̮̫̳̯̋̇ͩě̸̙͕͍̰͇̝͉̔ͫr̩̣̣͈̬̜ͧ̅́ͦ̈̃̚ ̫͚̯̠ͭͮ͗͒̍̀̚͠5̥̬̗̹͎̥͓ͬ͜?̗́́̒ͣ

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A message from Mod Luna!

Thank you so much to everyone who participated in this! I hope it was to your liking!

To those you watched; hope you enjoyed it! Did you like the ending? Hehe.

If you missed the deadline first time around, don't fret! There's going to be a second one!

Very, very soon!

Happy despair!

Love, Mod Luna <3

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TRUE END

The TV flickers on.

Breaking news -- the class of missing Hope's Peak Academt students has been found. Reports say they claim to have escaped from the mansion known as the Dulcia Mansion. The only survirors are as follows; Ryoto Cuyler, Suzume Mikami, Keiko Sugiyama, Rika Kamei, Hisoka Ryouichi, and Shizuka Kurosawa. The precise circumstances of the deaths of the others are currently unknown, bu the survivors claim they were murdered or executed for murder.

And off again.

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Dear Ryoto,

If you're reading this, it means I did it. I finished the play. You can all leave now.

I am the SHSL Time Traveler. An experiment of sorts by Hope's Peak. The first time this happened, I set up a loop until I could save you all.

But, I guess I messed up. The only way for the loop to end was for me to die. So I'm sorry. I wish I could've taken you to the outside.

There's a door behind the curtains of the trial room. The password is 0430. Inside is the control room, where you will be able to unlock the doors and leave this place.

I don't know how many times I've seen you all die, how many times I couldn't help you. I'm sorry.

Sincerely,

Ayami

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Commencing Execution...

AYAMI JIKAN-MIYAZAKI, THE SUPER HIGH SCHOOL LEVEL TIME TRAVELER, HAS BEEN FOUND GUILTY.

COMMENCING EXECUTION.

“ACT V - EveR LastinG NighT” ♪♪♪♪

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The gears on the clock click into place. The clock strikes midnight.

As Ayami hits the button, the floor beneath her gives out, and you hear a buzzer sound. The screen flickers on, and you watch closely.

She’s falling slowly down a hole, full of wine glasses, tea cups, and dinner plates. Other things fall past her -- white gloves, a kitsune mask, a hockey stick, etc.

She spins, and you think -- is this her full execution? -- until she lands on her back gently.

She’s in what looks to be a destroyed city. Rain is falling, and there are puddles forming around her. She looks to her right. Lying with one hand over hers is Hiyao. Of course, she’s fake -- after all she’s dead. But Ayami looks at her with a sad, bitter smile.

“A...yami-chan…” mutters the fake Hiyao. “Can you… p-promise me something….?”

Ayami’s eyes are dripping with tears.

“S-Save them, okay? F-From… whoever is…. doing this… p-please, save our guests….”

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The gears on the clock click back into place. The clock is back at midnight.

Ayami sits on a swing, in a small park in the summertime. Next to her on the adjacent swing is a smiling Aiko, looking up at the bright summer blue sky.

“Hey, Aya-chan,” she says quietly but cheerfully. “You know, I never really liked the summer.”

Ayami smiles. Aiko looks to her and giggles. “You know I never meant to, Ayami-chan. I was just a supporting role. Just like you. Just like all of them. ”

She says something else, in a quiet whisper, that only Ayami seems to hear. You see tears drip from her chin.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The gears on the clock click back into place. The clock is back at midnight.

The curtains behind you in the trial room open. A sign above it reads: “END OF ACT V - THE DEATH OF TIME”

Ayami is sitting on a stage, in her graceful time traveler’s dress. Behind her towers a grandfather clock, it’s sharpened hands at midnight.

She stands gracefully and looks to everyone in the room -- the sole survivors, and smiles, still crying.

“As long as I’m alive, the clock will always reset. I can’t tell you how many times this play has failed to come to an end. How many times I fail everyone. How many times the puppeteer wins.”

She turns to the clock. She raises her arm and with a fist, smashes the glass, tearing out the clock hands and turning back to the audience. She curtsies.

“All that’s left now is the ending applause.  And….”

She raises the hour hand high in front of her chest.

“I found it.”

With a quick swoop, she thrusts the hand into her chest, staining herself with her own blood.

She collapses to the ground.

The lights flicker off, the curtains close.

And you hear a resounding applause.

AYAMI JIKAN-MIYAZAKI, THE SUPER HIGH SCHOOL LEVEL TIME TRAVELER, HAS BEEN EXECUTED.

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CrazY NighT || ENDGAME

As the curtain closed on the life of Kanon Suzuki, Ayami laughed.

Oh, jikan, finally.... I can't tell you how long it took to get this right... This never ending play...

She wipes away tears and looks at the survivors.

But now, the question remains... how can we get out of this endless loop?

She smiles.

Ah, but you don't remember. After all, I only just remembered, and I am the SHSL Time Traveler. Did I not mention that? Ahahaha...

Ignoring the surely stunned faces she received, she moved on.

Let me think... This is... attempt number 13? I think? I don't remember... It feels so much longer than that... Do you know what it's like, to see people die over and over... I only wanted to help you....

She buries her face in her hands and giggles.

Over and over and over and over... Trapped in this cycle... Unable to end it. You all stuck to the script, but never received an applause...

So on and on it went.

She looks back up at the trial room.

I know, you're going to be confused. After I die, go into my room. There's a letter, sealed for Ryoto-sama. I trust him the most, I think. Read it. When you leave this place, make sure all know of what happened here.

She takes a deep, shaky breath.

I finally did it. I f-finally saved you all... And now, only one thing left to do.

Execution time.

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Commencing Execution...

Au Revoir, Maestro of Despair! ♪♪♪

The person who trapped you all in the mansion, composed the motives, playing you all like instruments, even orchestrating her own "death"; was none other than Kanon Suzuki.

As she took one final bow to the remaining students, she walked towards the tunnel leading out of the trial room, gesturing them to follow her.

"I can assure you that this will all be real, besides, I like to have an audience for my final performance~"

Before you know it, you're suddenly seated in a proscenium along with dummies wearing fancy clothing and masquerade masks, all making mindless chatter before it had suddenly became silent, their attention focused to the stage. You followed their gaze and lo and behold, it's Kanon in her marching band-esque garb, holding a conductor's baton and facing the orchestra pit.

As she moved her arms and the music started playing a soothing song, passed down to you were...earplugs? Soon enough, all of the remaining students had decided to plug their ears with said earplugs...but why?

Your question was answered when suddenly, two large speakers dropped onto the stage, interrupting Kanon and shocking the band of dummies.  Kanon stopped and turned around, a mildly annoyed look on her face. That look was quickly wiped away as well as your urge to take the earplugs out as soon as you felt it. The whole theater suddenly started to shake.

Kanon doubled over, hands over her ears as the vibrations seem to get worse. You were all close enough to see something leaking out in between Kanon's hands.

Blood.

As the vibrations continued, all around you the dummies' heads started to pop, exploading like firecrackers, which didn't seem to help as Kanon had fallen to the floor, writhing in pain as the muffled noise to you seemed to keep getting worse and worse.

Then it all suddenly stopped. It was just silence now as you felt it become uncomfortably still. Kanon had shakily stood up, using the podium as leverage as she looked around, her hair and hands soaked in blood. It seems like you're not the only ones who are confused but do you dare take out the earplugs?

All of a sudden, one of the dummies with a decimated head, had rose, taking Kanon's baton and plunged it through her chest.

Kanon looked down incredulously at the thing that had impaled her chest when it happened again. And again. And again. And again.

One by one, each of the decimated orchestra members had started stabbing Kanon, some even bludgeoning her with some of the instruments. You all watched in stunned silence as the sound of bones being crushed and blood being spilled as the dummies mercilessly beat the music director to death.

As they had slowly started to wander away, all there was left of Kanon was a beaten and bloody heap of the former music director. The nightmare is over.

Kanon Suzuki, Super High School Level Music Director and Mastermind, has been executed.

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Bad End Night || ENDGAME

The votes tallied in.

And the vote was... nobody?

You looked around in confusion, and during so noticed that... Ayami was gone?

She slipped off during Kanon's rant, it seemed, but the maid was nowhere to be found.

Until suddenly, you heard somebody running down the stairs into the basement.

WAIT!!

She screamed, bursting into the trial room. Your head turned.

Ayami ran into the room, looking panicked.

She had.. changed clothes? She now wore a green dress, but not like a maid's -- no, more of one of a party guest. 

STOP THE EXE...cution...?

She stopped, looking dazed and confused. She glanced down at the seemingly empty paper in her hands, and then back at the remaining students.

You didn't vote to kill her? You didn't vote to kill the one believed to be the mastermind?

Her hands tightened.

This... this is... different. This is different. This isn't what... it says... 

She drops the paper to the floor and scratches her head furiously with both hands.

It's different now. It's different now. Does this mean it's safe? Oh god, does this mean we can kill her now?!

What in the world?

She started laughing and crying.

It's not reseting! The clock is still going! Ahahahaha!

She approached her own podium and smiled, still crying.

I've never made it this far. Oh, jikan, for once you've stopped betraying me. Now then, I think we can... I think we can vote now.

She takes a deep, shaky breath.

Vote for real. I vote to execution Kanon Suzuki. Ehehe...

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Call and Response | Endgame | Kanon | Re; Ryoto, Atten; Everyone

"False accusations, hm?"

Clearing her throat, Kanon started reciting something in a mocking tone.

 "I wanted to be your knight, but only if you would be my queen…I loved you, Rika."

A wicked smile graced her lips as she stared at Ryoto.

"...That was what you said to Rika-san, correct? I should probably mention to you that I hear and see everything. Everything. But, that is irrelevant now. It's answers you want, isn't it? Then fine, I guess I can explain it to you all, I'm tired of watching you all scramble around like confused mice."

Clearing her throat, Kanon began to list off her answers.

"To make one thing clear, the secret I told Lynn-san was not about my father, it was actually me being the Mastermind.

In any case, for most of my life, I've felt trapped. With an overbearing mother and media who won't shut the fuck up about your phony father of a musician, it does things to you. But, I was raised as a 'true' Japanese woman, to be submissive, the perfect girl..."

A hint of anger was on her face as her hands suddenly balled into fists, although, that quickly subsided as she continued explaining.

"...When I received my invitation as the 'SHSL Music Director', I accepted it without hesitation, not looking back. Of course....this came to a price as my mother...a horrid woman, really, had informed me I would be confined to the Suzuki estate for the rest of my life..!!"

Her fist suddenly slammed on the podium, she wasn't even looking ta Ryoto or the other students anymore, more like she was just yelling at herself.

"And the filth that roamed through the halls of that school...always walking about graduation....how many opportunities they had...it was disgusting to listen to!"

She paused for a moment before regaining her composure, looking back up at the students with a dulled expression.

"So I set up a little plan...to make students feel how I felt. To be trapped. To feel like there was no way to escape your fate. Honestly all of you being here was by coincidence, so really, it's nothing personal."

Her eyes were suddenly downcast, her voice having gone down to a whisper.

"Think of me as selfish, or a monster, but everyone is entitled to their own sadness, and all of it is irreplaceable.  Surely, you all have your own sadness and burdens to carry."

She then looked up again, her face hardened as her voice had suddenly boomed throughout the trial room.

"Does that answer your question, Ryoto-san? Are you satisfied now? Having the explanation to the why isn't going to bring back all of the dead student's lives back."

Her expression and tone had wore down to being boorish, the whole 'psychotically happy' front wore her down worse than her 'sweet and submissive' front.

"That's all I know, that, I can tell you. There isn't anything else I'm hiding. Execute me, and you're free to go. At least...that's what I assume."

What the hell is she going on about? She then turned her head to Ayami.

"But you know....the only dead body out of this chapter was Aiko-san's...and we all know who killed her. The rules were to find the culprit of the victim and execute them, correct? So yes, you did find the Mastermind. But who are you going to execute? The killer for this chapter, or the Mastermind. Honestly, I don't care at this point. I'm tired of this macabre play and just want to end the show."

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Re: Kanon | Rika | Trial

Rika smiled even wider at the praise, in spite of herself. "Thanks, but, um... What Ayami said, about this happening 'again,' and 'this time...' You didn't know about that, did you? This wasn't supposed to be anything like that... right?"

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silence is golden || Mikami || Endgame

Mikami doesn't make a sound when Kanon emerged. She wills herself not to make even the slightest expression, because any emotion she shows will be nothing but fuel for Kanon's fire. Her hands release the podium and drop to her sides. She only looks at Kanon with contempt, nothing more, nothing less.

I hate you.

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That was really Weak|Ryoto

Ryoto stared at her like. Is this bitch for real.

"...Would you shut the fuck up? You're a sociopathic, criminally insane, murderous, irreverent and caustic little smidgen of a girl who quite literally lead to the death of all my friends and the worst you can say is a false accusation I loved Rika like I did Ame? This stupid and cowardly girl is the one I should bow down to, or fear..? Are you that weak..? Do you think I'm /that/ weak!? Fine. You want answers... I'll give you my answers.

1. You're filth, and your attitude's filth. That's a fact.

2. You've somehow managed to inflict this upon us multiple times. Ayami's confirmed this.

3. You're hiding something from us. 

4. This something is the only way we're going to be able to leave.

5. We're not going to let you go or even let you die until we know what it is you're hiding. "

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From Hibiki Mun

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All, All, Apologies | Endgame | Kanon | Re; Rika, Ryoto

Don't worry about it, Rika-san, you played your part splendidly, I couldn't ask for a better mole. Although....of all people you wanted to tell your true role..."

At that, Kanon had looked to Ryoto who had been seething and screaming at her. Kanon simply leaned forward on her podium, her hands cradling her face as she watched him with an amused expression.

"...Are you done? I honestly forgot you were still alive, then again...with your fickle feelings towards Kitsune-san and Rika-san, how could I forget? You're devotion towards Kitsune-san seemed to slip away after she died, so now you called Rika-san your 'queen'. Hm...using her as a rebound to get over Kitsune-san....I guess at that point I already considered you dead."

Pushing off of her podium, Kanon gave a loud sigh, rocking on her heels a bit.

"Ah, so many questions....must I really answer them? It's more fun to come up with your own answers, isn't it? Besides, it's a long and boring story that I don't feel like reciting. Like a song you've played dozens and dozens of times...it loses it's charm, really."

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Answers|Ryoto|Reveal

Ryoto looks at Rika, and then at the newly revealed Kanon with just… huh. Not even surprise. She was evil enough, definitely, if she was anything like her murder showed. But… He felt nothing but just. Fatigue. He was tired. He wanted this to end. This woman had the gall to insult them… and... then the fatigue turned to anger.

"Don’t even start with me, you black-hearted blond BALL OF GARBAGE! You will not stand there, and you will not insult the people I have fucking cried over. You feel like you’ve won!? You feel like this tragedy makes you the victor? Like victimizing my... my /friends/ is something to be proud of, that spitting on their graves is a lark!?"

Ryoto’s voice boomed the entire time, and as he spoke, fire and smoke rose around him, the world beginning to shift just due to his words. He was the super high level game master, and if there was one thing he could do well, it was paint a picture.

"Well learn soon, Kanon! You will not be smiling when we are done with you. Believe you me…You’ve put us through HELL. And you will wish that hell was your destination… But for now… I want answers. What is this about. Why are we here… and how many times have I asked these questions!?"

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Re: Kanon | Rika | Trial

Rika smiled weakly.

"Hi, Kanon. Nice to see you. Been a while."

She looked at the floor.

"...I'm sorry. I tried, I just..."

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Encore | Endgame | Kanon | Atten; Everyone

A deafening silence filled the air at the reveal of the true mastermind. It can't be true, she was executed before your very eyes! How could she still be alive?

Before any of you can say something, a familiar sickeningly sweet laugh echoed throughout the trial room. Everything was suddenly foggy as white smoke had clouded your vision.

"Eheheh...looks like it's my turn to be onstage..."

...Oh no....

As the smoke had died down, revealed in her red-clad glory was the murderer of Lynn and the true Mastermind that trapped you all in here.

Kanon Suzuki.

"It's so nice to see all of you again! Did you miss me? Probably not, since what happened during Lynn-san's trial, but, I am here, never the less!"

Holy shit. This...is definitely a turn in events. Kanon then turned to Rika and smiled.

"I'd like to thank Rika-san for being my mole. Of course...you all believed her to be the Mastermind right away. Honestly, you're all so gullible it's no wonder only so few of you are left!"

[pars-desperatione]

//RE:Rika//Trial

"...W-What...? But... Kanon... Kanon is..." Hisoka stuttered, his heart pumping in his ear. "How....."

Someone... someone who had died? How would she be... in charge of this entire thing?

"W-Where is she...?"