Danganronpa 4-Despair Loop

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“Hey! That’s a dead body! Puhuhuhu~ what a sad time… for them! AHAHAHAHA!” 

Right in front of the fountain, Izumi’s dead body lay in a broken position. Her arms, sprawled out, her right leg bent the opposite way. Protruding from her chest is a broken green alcohol bottle neck, the rest shattered to pieces around her. Her fingers and hands were cut up from the fight, little glass shards sticking out of them. Her eyes were shut tight: she must not have died immediately. Her neck shows signs of abrasion, but faint at that.
“Oh my god… Izumi…” Yuma walks over to her, sitting next to Sayuri, who is desperately trying to revive her. 
“Zumi! You h-have to get up! T-this isn’t a joke a-anymore!” Yuma places a hand on her shoulder.
“She’s gone… we have to let her go…” Yuma kneels down next to her and Sayuri starts to sob. Nao runs over, wrapping her small arms around her. Sayuri grabs hold of Nao, clutching her body tightly and sobbing into her chest. Nao just gently strokes her hair, letting her get all of the emotions out. 
Yuma runs out, heading quickly toward the bar. That’s where the alcohol bottle came from, right? She opens the door widely and...

“Hey! That’s a dead body! Puhuhuhu~ what a sad time… for them! AHAHAHAHA!” 
Koko sits up from her position in the vents. Another murder. It better not be Yuma’s, or everyone in here is dead. She crawls across, leaving her position guarding Yuki’s room, heading toward the exit of the vents. She pushes open the cover, stands up and brushes her pants off, and heads toward the stairs. It had to be on the third floor, Koko just knew it. Whenever they get anything new, somebody dies. She sprints up the stairs, hardly breaking a sweat as she sees the scene before her. Izumi’s on the floor, dead, Sayuri is crying, and Nao is trying to comfort her. Koko walks up to them, ready to start her own investigation. She kneels next to Sayuri and Nao, and looks toward the two.
“Sayuri, is it okay if I perform an autopsy? If not I can just look.” Sayuri turns to her and nods slightly, snuggling back into Nao. Koko fixes her gaze onto the body before her. Signs of a struggle, obvious. Several stab wounds, even more obvious. She gathers all the evidence she can right now, then leaves to investigate Izumi’s room. As she passes the second floor, she realizes the sound of a couple of gunshots, then silence. Yuma must be practicing. She walks over trying to figure out where Yuma is. She walks around, then decides the most obvious place that Yuma could be in was the engineering workshop. She walks down the hallway, following the corridor until she gets to her destination. She gently opens the door to the workshop…

“W-what… what… Yuma?” Koko stutters out.
Yuma’s body, perpendicular to the machine gun looking contraption near the wall, has been shot over and over. Her face and body is almost unrecognizable from the amount of fresh, deep red blood that is pouring out of her wounds. She is slumped over, even more gun wounds in her stomach and chest. Koko wordlessly walks over to her, checking her pulse, even though she knows what she’ll find. Nothing. Yuma’s body is still warm but quickly losing heat. Koko, not caring if blood got on her gray shirt and pants, cradles Yuma’s dead body to her chest, dry sobbing. She feels Yumas blood soaking through her clothes, dripping slowly down. She releases her body, pulling it away from the black strips of cloth that have fallen down, tied to the wall still. She picks up some of the cloth, inspecting it closely. It looks cut… almost perfectly. She places it to the side and starts to pick up the fallen bullets, counting them, one two three. She places the ones she finds on the ground, next to her, in a pile. One hundred… and twenty-five. She inspects all of the individual bullet holes, finding about twenty more in her wounds, deeply embedded in her chest and flesh. She carefully takes them out, looking closely at each of the bullets. Each of the rifling indentations, basically gun fingerprints, were the same. She walks over to the gun directly perpendicular to Yuma’s dead body. She inspects the barrel, careful to not touch anything. Koko needs a closer look; she can’t quite see all the barrel marks in the dim-ish room. She walks around the machine. It’s obviously made by the Ultimate Engineer, the workmanship is incredible. Every part flows together, everything looks picture perfect. 
“God, she was amazing… all of them were…” Koko says sadly, missing the people who’re gone. She runs her hand on the desk, brushing aside papers. She feels something hard, wrapping her fingers around the small rectangular item. She pulls it closer to her, seeing the small USB port come into view. She examines it closely, looking at each individual groove. This isn’t something Miana made. It isn’t picture perfect, the plastic was slightly off. It had to be made by someone else. She looks around for a device to plug it in, but she can find nothing that would work. She instead just stuffs it into her pocket, turning back to Yuma’s dead body. As she looks closer, she sees her mouth turned inwards. She inspects it closer. Stitch marks. Somebody had taken it upon them to sew her mouth in. But…
“Puhuhuhu~ I’m getting bored watching you guys play around with yourselves! It’s trial time! Everyone head to the large fucking red doors and get your ass down here!” Koko sighs softly and kisses Yuma slightly on her bloody forehead, quietly saying goodbye.