Danganronpa.trigger.happy.havoc-hi2u -

“We need a key,” Makoto said.

Makoto walked closer. His breath fogged the glass. The fifteenth photograph was of a girl with long, auburn hair, wearing a black dress and a black ribbon in her hair. Her smile was soft, almost kind. Beneath it, a nameplate: .

That night, Makoto couldn’t sleep. He sat in the cafeteria alone, staring at the crystal swan. Kyoko found him there at 2 AM.

“Who’s that?” he asked, pointing.

Outside, the 7 AM announcement began to play. But this time, the voice was different. It wasn’t Monokuma.