put on the masks and let's have us one last masquerade

ouma stepped onto the podium, feeling the stand wobble at his weight. he took a long glance around at the variety of emotions and expressions faced around the room. cold fear.

one of those faces is an even bigger liar than him.

no, the killer is not one of them. once the killer has been trapped, shoved into a corner of no escape, faced with all the facts of their evidence, its all over. their mind will break itself down, too afraid of death. hypocritical, isn't it? after deciding someone else's death?

no, the person on his mind was standing right across from him. smug smirk, perfect composition and posture. the pinstripe uniform limply hanging from his lanky body. no, that man in from of him is a fucking liar. and he knows that. fucking shuichi saihara, the ultimate "actor". ouma could only stare in disbelief. something didn't add up.

OR, saihara, the ultimate detective, is a very untrusting soul who plays a character of the "ultimate actor", joining the ranks of the biggest liars like enoshima, shirogane, and ouma himself. what will happen when the class doesnt have their usual friendly, shy detective boy to lead them?