Final Danganronpa 4: Another Despair

Chapter 4 - Re:Who is a Liar (Daily Life)

Nikei Yomiuri: "Greetings, Mr. Naegi. Is it over?"

Makoto Naegi: "Y-Yeah. Are you okay though?"

Nikei Yomiuri: "The medicine here is very good, as expected of Hope's Peak. I believe I may be well at a late time tomorrow, if not the next day."

Makoto Naegi: "That's good. Just get some rest, okay? Let me know if you need anything through the handbook messages."

Nikei Yomiuri: "Will do. Try to get some sleep, Mr. Naegi, even if you think it's impossible. Tomorrow is another day."

I smiled and closed the door as I left that poor wretch to stagger back to his room. Truly, I could understand the despair he just went through, losing both his best friend and his fiancé in nearly the same moment. It was almost as bad as the despair of losing both parents, though I guess he'd know that just as well as I do.

My body was still hot and touch-wanting, so I just threw off my coat for the time being. I hated how it seemed to want what Kyoko gave me before Komaru's murder, the feeling of being safe and held...stupid traitorous body. But regardless of how I felt right now, there was still something that I still needed to do. The file and the small bottles, I needed to get rid of them quickly. I took them off my bedside table and placed them into my coat.

I waited inside my room until the nighttime announcement played, then headed out of my room and into the entrance hallway. On a small table, the handbooks of the deceased were left out. Of course, it had been that way during Junko's game, so it made sense why they were placed like that this time. I quickly took Kyoko's and went back to the dorms to break into her dorm.

When I got inside, I noticed my secret on her bedside table. I quickly took the photo of the white-haired fool I appeared as, which was attached to the files by a paperclip, and put it into my coat. I replaced it with the torn-up pieces of newspaper clipping of the Kisaragi Foundation heads going missing, then put the three medicine bottles held in my coat on the table.

I turned on my heels, all evidence disposed of, and walked out of Kyoko's room. I shut the door, making sure that it was locked, and went to return to the sauna in the bathhouse to deal with the handbook. I threw it in and set the sauna to full blast, leaving quickly. The heat would destroy the handbook, Mondo Owada had proved this. As I went down the hall, I could swear that I could hear someone behind me.

I quickly turned around...and saw no one there. That's odd, too odd. I began to quickly run through the halls to get back to my room. I couldn't risk whoever that was finding and questioning me. No one can ever know what had happened last night. When I got back into my room, I locked the door and covered myself in blankets, praying for a dreamless sleep.

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My eyes opened. Or were they already open? I'm standing in a class trial room, and everybody but three people were frozen with expressions like that of shock. It was almost like they were wax statues in museums, their forms still. I don't think they were even breathing, they were that still.

The three people not in that state were near each other. A man with grey hair and a white suit sat on the arm of the judge's throne. He smoked a cigarette as he looked down at the other two, a dishevelled ginger and a man in a cape. Half of the latter's face was glitched, he was quite a sight to behold. He was breathing heavily in ecstasy.

As for me, I couldn't move a muscle from where I stood. It felt so real, like I was right there with them, standing in the class trial grounds one last time. The last trial of my killing game...why was I returned to its final moments?