Chapter 4

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Chiya's P.O.V

We heard a small beep sound and the elevator doors started to open. We have arrived. We are now here at the class trial. It really looked lie a court room, but it somehow looked very chic. The walls were dark red colored and there were huge golden pillars with Monokuma's head on top of it. The floor was blue while in the middle of the room was black and white colored.

In the middle of the room, there was a circle made with 15 wooden stands and a golden throne right behind it. At one stand, there was a golden tall thinner stand behind it with some kind of frame on top of it. And on the huge golden throne sat Monokuma. It was smirking at us in a creepy way.

"Welcome, you bastards! Everyone take your place at the stand you suppose to be so that we can begin faster, you slimy snailes!" It said. I heard Tetsu groaning slightly next to me in anger for a second until it became quiet and everyone walked towards their stands.

As I found my place, I saw the tall stand right across mine. On the golden frame was a black and white picture shown with a familiar face whch was marked with a red cross as the color of blood. The gentle and modest eyes which showed kindness on the inside, a gentle smile on his face and a guitar case behind his back. It was Toshiro's face. The first victim who died in this game. Me and most of the people looked at Toshiro's frame in shock and sadness.

"B-But that's.." Suma stuttered as her orange eyes were wide and her brown pigtails somehow shaking in fear.

"Toshiro-san..." Demiyah said as she looked down sadly while her red locks covered her purple eyes. I really felt bad for her. Sure they just met, but they were starting go get close. Toshiro didn't deserve and now someone or almost everyone will die.

Monokuma started to laugh as it covered its mouth with its small hands. That made Tetsu tense up and glared at the bear. "Hey Monokuma! Why the hell are you laughing about this?!" She yelled as her face started to go red from anger.

Monokuma took deep breaths as the laughter decreased until it stopped. "Sorry, Tetsu-san. I just started to love this already, even if we haven't start this yet." It said. "I just put the stand to make sure that Toshiro-san could be remembered and most importantly to increase the despair. It seems to work on one person for sure. Upupupu~"

The glare of Tetsu started to increase by those words. She sure was scary and even more since I'm standing next to her. She was standing at the right side of my stand and Miyu was standing at the left side of my spot.

"Now then...Since everyone is here.." Monokuma took out a golden mallet and a stand with a red button on top suddenly rised up from the floor hatch right in front of it. "Let the class trial of despair..COMMENCE!" And with that, it slammed the button with the mallet and the door of the elevator closed. There was no way out. This is it. The trial has started.

Class trial... start!

After the mallet has been swung, there was silence. The aura around us was intense until one of us spoke up.

Truth bullets...Loaded!

"So..um..where shall we start?" Suma asked, a little confused. She was right about that. Where should we start anyway? The weapon? No, that is too soon and I might not be right if I do that first? And there already was a lot of evidence at the stage.

"I-I do have a question for everyone who wasn't at the stage for investigation." I said, a little nervous and scared. Why do I sound scared and nervous? I shouldn't act like that in a situation like this. I know that I'm fighting for my life and also for most people, but this is serious.

As everyone started to look at me, I took a deep breath and I started to get more serious. "Listen, I know that most of the evidence has been found at the stage. But there might some evidence that could show what happened and maybe who actually did it." I explained. "So my question is actually this. Is there some evidence found somewhere else beside the stage? If one of you did, then please speak." I asked.

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