Monorakun appeared before us, entering the Gym from the Boys Locker Room. Walking on all fours, as he seemed to prefer to do, he made his way to us, before looking over at Himiko.
"Some magic show, huh? Hey, watch me die before your very eyes!"
Kyoko bluntly asked for the Monorakun File, which Monorakun uploaded to our E-Handbooks. As usual, not much to go on.
"The victim is Himiko Yumeno. Cause of Death: Lack of gills. Minor injuries around the fingernails. No other injuries reported."
So Himiko drowned inside that glass box, most likely due to being unable to escape. But what exactly happened behind that sparkly purple curtain?
Nekomaru and Fuyuhiko took over guard duty, so I took on examining Himiko for any additional clues. Glancing around, I saw that Kyoko was questioning Gundham, while Korekiyo was being quizzed by Mahiru. Mondo was kneeling down near the siphoning mechanism, and examining the tube connecting the two glass boxes. The rest were combing over the rest of the two-box mechanism for clues.
Resuming my focus, I took off Himiko's blazer and rolled up the sleeves on her blouse, noticing no injection marks on either arm. Her face resembled every other drowning victim I've ever seen; bluish lips, some frothing at the mouth, nothing unusual there. Her fingernails had a bluish tint to them as well, also consistent with drowning.
I next wished to examine her legs, but her brown opaque tights were obstructing my view. Carefully, I reached up Himiko's short bubble skirt and started slowly removing Himiko's soaked tights.
This immediately caught Fuyuhiko's ire. "Hey! The fuck are you doing, undressing her?"
I turned to face Fuyuhiko. "I need to examine her legs for any injection marks, bruises, or other injuries, and these tights are in my way." I then shot him a polite smile. "Are you offering to be a gentleman and remove them for me?"
Fuyuhiko grimaced at me, which sent a wave of happiness through me. Returning my attention to Himiko, I resumed carefully removing her tights and shoes. Bluish toenails, like her fingernails, and some slight bruising on her knees, like she was striking with them underwater, but no other signs of foul play.
Satisfied, I reclothed Himiko, being as respectful of her as I could be. Glancing up again, I saw Kyoko and Mahiru had switched up, with Kyoko questioning Korekiyo and Mahiru asking Gundham her own questions. Mondo was still checking out the tube and the siphoning mechanism. However, due to his slower motions, he looked to be almost done. Teruteru, meanwhile, seemed focused on where Gundham had put the lock, a puzzled look on his face.
Finally, I examined Himiko's scalp, and aside from some light bruising, I saw nothing of note.
I stood up and nodded to Fuyuhiko and Nekomaru, signaling I was done with Himiko.
"Alright, time's up, everyone head to the Courtyard, so our lovely elevator can take us to the Class Trial!"
Poor Himiko fought tooth, bone, and nail, to get out of that box, while we all watched expectantly for the end of the Magic Show.
But the question remains: What exactly happened once the curtain was thrown? Did Himiko's escape act malfunction?
Or was she a victim of sabotage by one of her own assistants?
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Danganronpa: Boiling Point
FanfictionShishano Kantoku, the Ultimate Mortician, has spent her entire life around the dead. From her family, she has learned every mortuary ritual known to man, including cairns, funeral pyres, taxidermy, cremation, and every burial ritual in existence. No...
