❝ 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐏𝐀 . ❞ - 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟 '𝑠 𝐷𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝑙𝑙

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗

 Right before the night's announcement, Cinnamon walked into his dorm, not bothering to lock it and fell asleep.

"Good morning, everyone! It is now 7 a.m. and nighttime is officially over! Time to rise and shine! Get ready to greet another beee-yutiful day!"

[ "At this point, I don't care about the automatic announcements. I just want to get out of here." ]

The magician didn't move before getting out of bed. Their only outside hope was destroyed—no thanks to Monokuma, and Peppermint was the traitor...But, they did say it was because of their family.

He was contemplating whether to eat with the rest of the group or to sulk in his bed and eat later.

However, his plans changed when someone knocked on his door.

He hesitated before opening. It was Peppermint.

"Do you still have that paper..?!" They were out of breath—their dorm wasn't far from his, or did they run from the dining hall to his dorm?

Cinnamon checked his pocket again, and sure enough, the paper was still there. "Yeah, why—"

"Don't lose it." Was all they said before turning away.

"But why...?"

The sailor turned back, "It might be useful later."

Cinnamon stood there from a few moments, blinking before closing the door. He still had the paper in his hand.

He really didn't want to open the paper—considering that Peppermint never wanted him to do so in the first place.

The magician sat on his bed and hesitated to open the paper.

The temptation was too much.

Without a second though, Cinnamon opened the paper & started to read.

He stared at the paper before shoving it right back into his pocket.

[ "So...The entire time he was..." ]

Cinnamon could only sigh before getting up to meet with the others.

—

Fortunately, they were still there and Cinnamon managed to grab a few things before settling down to eat.

[ "Why does Peppermint want me to keep the paper? And what do they mean by 'it might be useful later'...? Maybe I'm overthinking this." ]

Once they finished eating, Cinnamon was about to leave to go to his dorm until he remembered the telegraphs. He walked up the stairs to find the study room to be completely empty.

Wanting some alone time, Cinnamon pulled the translator from under the telegraph and began [ trying ] to figure out the messages.

[ - .... . / -- .- ... - . .-. -- .. -. -.. / .. ... / ... - .. .-.. .-.. / .... . .-. . .-.-.- / - .- -.- . / -.-. .- .-. . / --- ..-. / - .... . -- / -... . ..-. --- .-. . / .. - ... / - --- --- / .-.. .- - . .-.-.- ]

[ -.-- --- ..- / -.. --- -. .----. - / .... .- ...- . / .- / .-.. --- - / --- ..-. / - .. -- . / .-.. . ..-. - / -... . ..-. --- .-. . / - .... . / .-- --- .-. .-.. -.. / .. ... / -.. . ... - --- .-. -.-- . -.. .-.-.- ]

"...'The mastermind is still here...?'"

[ "Obviously. COOKIEDROID said that yesterday...But, she said that none of us were the mastermind..." ]

Cinnamon tried to decipher the rest of the messages until the computer from a day ago began making noises again...But it was a much more...different sound.