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Daimyon barely made three steps forward before stopping. It was not out of fear—though one could argue it was much worse. Hearing his name, or rather title, he instinctively turned, only to see, for a split second, a flash of terror ramming straight into him with all the might that 157 centimetres and 45 kilograms could muster. If he was a bit taller or heavier, he would have surely toppled over the poet, but in this case there was fortunately no falling down for the man. Only his notebook hit the ground, which he picked back up right away.

[color=SeaGreen]“...ah, Caora!”[/color] He eventually blurted out. Though he did not come to physical harm, the shock to his already worrying and racing mind took a few seconds to recover from. [color=SeaGreen]“Shouldn't you be staying at—”[/color]
He wanted to give some cautionary advice, but the trap's enthusiasm knew no limits. He was on a quest and Daimyon would be his companion, whether he liked it or not. At least he was not the only to...enjoy the distinction, as Shaun also turned up behind them. He felt a mix of fear and relief upon seeing the two: he was certainly not the only one whose...survival instincts were trumped by their morality. He was always sure that the Infinites were good people through and through, and this only cemented his belief. Yet...this also meant that more of his friends were exposed to danger. Greater chance to save Calvin, greater chance for someone else to be sacrificed. More hope...and more despair. Unholy equilibrium, this was.

[color=SeaGreen]“It's good that you are all here.”[/color] On the surface however, he tried to express nothing of what plagued him, and even cracked a small smile. [color=SeaGreen]“The camaraderie! How inspiring!”[/color]
And off they went to face the evil of the night.

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[i][b]SNAP[/b][/i]

...an evil which had many surprises the heroes did not adequately prepare for. Shortly after Daimyon made it to the scene with the others, Monokuma summoned a wall of spikes from the ground, which effectively trapped everyone—all thirteen of them plus Calvin, who was indeed there on the middle, strapped to the chair—in the area. Daimyon's heart skipped a beat, again: he needed to get away from these shenanigans as soon as possible if he wanted to live a long life. Or if he wanted to live [i]at all.[/i]

The situation was an instant classic though. Being surrounded by sharp spikes ready to pierce the heart itself was an apt metaphor for anxiety. The distressed expressions on everyone's faces gave the already tense atmosphere an amplification. The Carnage Sister circling the bound Calvin with two huge guns was a grotesque addition, representing the overwhelming odds that these troubled people were up against. And Monokuma...he was the manifestation of everything wrong with this world. He created a scene worth for any poem.

...what the hell?

Daimyon shook his head. What was happening to his carefree, collected mind? Was this some sort of new coping mechanism, analysing sudden bizarre situations with a poet's eye? Or did he take his own ‘always look for silver linings’ mindset too far? Either way, now was not the time. Monokuma dropped his final announcement on the unsuspecting Infinites: that [i]they themselves[/i] would have to vote for the sacrifice.
This truly was the worst possible outcome. The thought of someone dying tonight was hard to swallow in itself, but the fact that each and every present person would have a hand in bringing them to death? So [i]this[/i] was despair...

...and where there was despair there was also hope. Mondatta was the group's shining beacon now, bravely stepping up and asking everyone to vote for him to be the sacrifice. The Infinites however would not readily allow anyone of them to give up their life so easily. Daimyon was with them. The robotic monk had done nothing but good for the group, aiding the beginnings with everything from spiritual leadership to searching for ways to escape. If there was anyone to lead them out of this cursed facility, chances were it would be him.

And Davis? He had a vote to his name as well, his own. Daimyon admittedly had a slightly less favourable view on him, but still nearly not enough to consider putting him up as an offering to the mad bear god.

There was no other way out of this. Everyone who gathered here had more to live for than him, he was sure of it. He had already made his mark on this world, something he would hopefully be remembered by. He was not very convincing to himself and his soul protested, but with the timer counting down, this was more than enough to push him over the edge and make his decision.

[color=SeaGreen]“Life is a well of infinite joy, each setback but a momentary ploy,”[/color] he spoke, hand quivering on the e-handbook. [color=SeaGreen]“But if it takes one life to save another...then I am ready to go.”[/color]