[u][b]Hisakawa Hiroki[/b][/u]

Despite the stress of the situation, and the overwhelming sense of impending doom, Hisakawa somehow found it in himself to keep it together for a little while longer. Usui was counting on him, and if he let himself fall apart now, he might miss something that could mean the difference between life and death—once again, he found himself grateful for the sense of direction she provided him. As soon as the trial was over, he could lock himself in his cabin and have whatever breakdown he wanted; but right now, he had to focus on the present.

He took a moment to pull out his monokuma pad and see what the information everyone else mentioned said, but the information didn’t seem immediately helpful, so he kept it to the back of his mind for now. Instead, he looked closely at the scene in front of him as Usui prompted, nodding along as she spoke.

He thought the parts of the scene through carefully, rambling through thoughts as they came, “Well, it’s safe to assume she’s been dead for at least a few hours now; dried blood is hard to fake. And it definitely seems the fish hook is involved somehow, but we can’t confirm it as the murder weapon until we inspect her wound, and uh… Well, I’d rather leave that to someone smarter and… less likely to get ill,” He finished, looking at Usui for some sort of confirmation.

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[b][u]Himura Chikako[/u][/b]

Himura scrunched up her face, fury burrowing wrinkles into her brow; once again, it seemed no one cared to pay attention to her, and Mr. Hero-complex Shirou was coming in to order everyone around. She silently huffed. Whatever. These people didn’t want her help, and she wasn’t interested in giving it.

Instead, she stomped away to exit the cabin, ignoring any scenery or people as she walked by. She only stopped to grasp Flare’s wrist as she walked by, “You’re with me, Flare. I’ve got questions that need answers, and I want you with me to figure it out,” she stated.

As she pulled Flare with her outside the cabin, Himura looked around for the campers that have yet to make it to the scene. Soon, her eyes feel on Lilly’s short stature, and she called out to her, “Lilly, over here! I need you in on something!”

When she had the two beside her, she started speaking with them in a hushed tone, “So listen, I’m not totally sure how anyone got into the cabin, since I don’t have any doubt they locked it; but if you want my bet, I’d say it’s gotta be the thief. Dude’s gotta be a master at lockpicking! I say we check out his lab to see if we can get any dirt on him, and we might as well check the rest of the labs while we’re at it. Sound good?”