Old version of the Danganronpa Kirigiri Volume 2 translation.
The new version can be found on my page, or through this link for convenience.
https://www.wattpad.com/story/280188662-danganronpa-kirigiri-volume-2
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Chapter 3: Paint It Black (The Black Death of the Detective)
The long-awaited 18 hours were close. I was spending my time reading a book next to Kirigiri. It was the story of a group of friends locked in a pavilion, each killed in turn by a mysterious killer. A detective novel, actually. Meanwhile, I could feel the tranquility of the air filling with a slight tension. The story of ordinary students being killed was already enough to make my heart beat at full speed. I felt frustrated, my mind almost frozen. Suisei was sitting in a chair, legs crossed. He didn't move a muscle. It was almost creepy. There were four people: Seiunsai, Yuzen, Akio, and Meruko who played cards with a lot of noise. The millionaire seemed very happy. Mikado was reading a book whose subject I didn't even bother to understand, seeming too complicated for me. However, he was calm and did not seem to have any difficulty understanding what he was reading. I could almost feel the depth of his intelligence. Sae was still lying on the sofa, wrapped in her blanket, looking as if she was asleep. From time to time I could hear her whisper incomprehensible things. Meanwhile, Taehime was moving around, fulfilling her role as a servant. It always surprised me to know her as a detective.
Suisei looked at his watch again. On my side, nervous, I looked at the time on my phone. There were only 5 minutes left. Seiunsai, who was still playing cards, began to get restless.
"It's almost time." I whispered to Kirigiri. She straightened up slightly, but remained quite small. Right around 6 p.m., a strange noise echoed in the room. The others had apparently heard it too. I stretched my neck and looked around.
"A door has opened somewhere." Suisei said as he stood up. "Follow me."
He headed in the direction of the noise. At this point, there was a thick wooden door. We hurried to join him. Suisei put one hand on the door.
"I don't have the key." He still grabbed the handle. He inclined it vigorously and opened it. It was finally starting. The room in front of us was like a dining room. There was a large table covered with a white tablecloth and five pairs of chairs around the table with cutlery in front of each one. The roof of the room was high, but there seemed to be a balcony that went all around the room and offered a view from above the room. All the windows were blocked. The room was lit by the ceiling lights. It wasn't empty, at least. We gathered in the new room and looked around. There were two very strange things that jumped in my face. In the left corner of the room was an electronic board, and there was red numbers marching by. At this time, the numbers were 111:57:48, with the 48 descending to 47.... 46... and which continued to decrease. I immediately understood that this was the time left for the Black Duel. Just next to the painting was a booth the same size as a telephone booth. As the front was a door, it seemed possible to get inside.
"What is it?"
"It could be dangerous, don't touch it." I told Minase.
He shrugged his shoulders and walked away from it. Next to it was a fireplace with a fire already lit. However, given the size of the room, it should not be the source of heat.
"Hello, those of you who have gathered here." A robotic voice suddenly said. It seemed to be recorded somewhere in the hotel.
"Who are you?!" I said, looking at the corners of the room, but there was no one else. "I'm right here." replied the voice. I could hear it perfectly but I couldn't locate it. Maybe it was pre-registered?
"Look up..." I looked up to the balcony and saw nothing, except a portrait, where a Caucasian man with brown hair was drawn. The way he was painted, he looked like a country boy. Looking closer.... Yes, that's right! The man's mouth in the portrait was moving!
"Ah!" I shouted, "Look Kyoko, his mouth is moving," I said, shaking Kirigiri slightly. As everyone directed their eyes towards the portrait, he started talking again.
"Hey, I'm Norman. I'm a serial killer who died a little over 50 years ago."
