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Toragesa looked down at the slumped dead body of Shinya Zaizen, and felt... Well, not much at all. Not much more than a vague sense of panic and dread, which had been looming over them all long before this. Sure, she felt sickened at seeing a corpse, and a brief rush of sadness for another life stamped out, but looking around at the crowd of people around her, with teary eyes and fearstruck faces, the most pressing emotion on her mind was guilt that she wasn't doing the same - and further guilt for that being in her thoughts at all.
Solemnly she took the file from Monokuma without looking at the sadistic plushie animatronic. A part of her rationalized that this was outrageous and extra awful, rubbing salt in the wounds of everybody here, but she muttered a soft 'thanks' without giving it much thought and stepping back, away from the crowd and out of the kitchen.
So, what, was this meant to be the same as last time? They'd be forced to play detective, accuse eachother in a suffocating trial room and watch another classmate die like Haru? Images flashed behind her eyes, burned into her mind, of how he'd been torn to shreds by metal roses. The gorey memory made bile rise in her throat, but even so, the death of Haru, Fukumi and Michina felt like distant memories already. As if they hadn't really happened. Her own callousness surprised her - was this a coping mechanism or was she really that cold?
She flicked through the Monokuma file as casually as if it was a sunday newspaper as she walked from the kitchen, keen to get away from the crying faces that made her feel strange and the dead body that made her feel numb.
There was a task set to them though - investigate for clues - and focusing on that instead, focusing on the idea that she could be helpful and useful too, made her feel slightly better.
Toragesa made her way through the dining area and ballroom, barely sparing anything more than the ground at her feet a glance, lifting a cigarette to her lips and lighting it. She then trotted down the stairs leading to the train station, glancing almost nonchalantly around with no particular aim until her eyes landed on another person, already here.
Immediately regretting the cigarette - it was an awful habit, indulging would just make her look bad - Toragesa located the trashbin, if one existed. Killing the light against the wall and then letting it drop down into the bin, she gave a look down into it - Was there anything inside? If there wasn't one, she simply let the dead cigarette drop to the floor, because littering was okay if you were stuck in a death trap.
"...Hey."