I was talking about Traitor Shuichi backstabbing the crew by continuing the killing game and working with Monokuma in order to protect his beloved uncle, his only relative that loved him. His role is to ‘help’ Everyone in the killing game. I’ve actually imagine him using Kaede to frame her, but Kaede adapted his sleuth skills after working with him in 4 trials and exposes him in the fifth.
How had it come to this? The evidence was stacked against her. If she didn’t know of her own innocence, she... would feel utterly confused. As it was, she was beyond frustrated. They had come this far. They had suffered so much. How many more of their friends would they need to sacrifice? How long could this continue?
Akamatsu... did what she could to keep moral high. But to be framed like this? Trust was torn in two. Who could they trust? Who could she trust? Her mind whirled. Reach the truth. Face it, no matter what. Someone was the blackened. She hated this, pointing figures at her classmates. A mastermind first, and now... the traitor Monokuma kept taunting them about.
As the class trial went on, the pieces began to fall together.
As a pianist, she never once imagined she’d have to play... judge, jury, and executioner. Not on a legal jury, or as a girl trying to escape with her life. Akamatsu claimed she was just a girl for a reason. A year ago she never imagined she could have the stomach for this. Yet, she had learned a lot in a short time span. The finer details of a crime scene. The nuances in the way people spoke, the contradictions of testimonies and alibis.
It was those skills that she learned that made her realize. A cold truth, a cruel truth. Someone would need to be cornered. The blackened must be exposed. A culprit must be chosen. If she was just sacrificing herself? She might consider letting them go. Just this once the truth she championed, she wanted to turn her gaze. She didn’t want to condemn that person, but... she couldn’t condemn everyone else either. She would look the truth in the eyes, even if it felt like her heart was ripped out of her chest.
Her tone was firm. The room seemed to fall silent. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears. This would be the turning point of the trial. She knew that. The accused always did what they could to turn the blame onto another. Tried to escape their fate. It wasn’t as if she wanted to lead everyone to voting for the detective. It wasn’t as if she wanted him to be subject to the gruesome executions Monokuma created... She didn’t want that to be his fate, but even so...
“You’re the traitor. Right?”
Even so... the time they spent together. The laughter they shared, the tears they shed, the meals they ate. The clumsy duets she tried to teach him. The strenuous investigations. The painful trials... Not all of that could have been lies. Even if he’s the traitor... he was still their friend. Even if he framed her... she still believed in him. Akamatsu wouldn’t accept that he wanted to betray them. The reason he was the traitor, the reason he needed to go this far. The class trial couldn’t end until she found out the complete truth.
“Your truth... I’m going to find it, Saihara-kun. So... believe in me one more time.”