The group split. Makoto, Kyoko, and a reluctant Yasuhiro Hagakure (Ultimate Clairvoyant, though his predictions had a 30% accuracy rate at best) took the left staircase to the third floor.
The hallway was dim. Fluorescent lights flickered. The air smelled of dust and old wiring. Kyoko stopped in front of the data processing lab. The door was thick, industrial, with a card reader. Danganronpa.Trigger.Happy.Havoc-HI2U
“Because she was never here,” Kyoko said, her voice low. “Or she was… and we forgot.” The group split
“It is now 7 AM. Good morning, ultimates! Get up, get moving, and get killing! Puhuhuhu!” Fluorescent lights flickered
“She was real,” Makoto said. “Junko. I feel it. Like a word on the tip of my tongue.”
It was a girl’s voice, bright and laughing.