Before anyone could respond, the monitor on the wall crackled to life. Monokuma’s face appeared—half white, half black, the red eye glowing.

By 9 AM, the surviving fourteen had gathered in the cafeteria. Kyoko Kirigiri, the Ultimate Detective, stood apart from the group, her lavender hair spilling over the collar of her black gothic suit. She was already flipping through a notebook, pencil scratching.

“Ooh, snoopy snoopy! You found the memorial room! Give yourselves a gold star!”

“Two,” Kyoko agreed. “Which means the killing game isn’t just about survival. It’s about a crime we’ve already forgotten.”

The monitor went black.