Cyrus made mental notes of everything that the others had gathered in their exploration. It sufficed to say that his own exploration of the cave had come up rather short, but that in itself was an important enough discovery. Nobody liked surprises in a killing game. The politician grabbed his pen and notebook and started jotting down several points of interest.
- A few rooms in the hospital have not been explored yet. Make it a priority to finish complete exploration of accessible areas tomorrow. (In accordance: try to find out how we could access locked off areas)
- Go to the study tomorrow. The others have much more limited knowledge on the past killing games, so they might have overlooked important reading materials.
- Why are the carnage robots styled after Junko, while the killing game itself and the technology seems more styled after Neo Alexander’s? What elements of other killing games does this game contain and can we use that to predict future events?
- Did Neo Alexander’s killing robots have any kind of functional personalities? Or is this an element the mastermind added to make them resemble (different traits of) Junko more? Or is this something else entirely?
- The bear said that it hadn’t trapped us here, and that the “script” wasn’t in his hands. Was this a lie or is there someone working together with whoever controls monokuma (and/or the carnage sisters)? Would monokuma have a reason to lie about this?
A shiver ran down Cyrus’ spine as the bear appeared on the screen once again. The stakes for the carnage hour of the killing game seemed to be raised by a lot. But Cyrus had to wonder: How was he planning on killing anyone if everyone just stayed in their rooms during carnage hour? Of course, there was always the possibility that someone was going to leave their room, but the bear had no way of knowing whether or not it would actually happen. Or did he? Or were even their rooms actually not safe from the robots?
Cyrus shook his head after the announcements. ”I’m going to take a nap until the carnage hour starts. Should one of us really be endangered, I want to be well-rested.”
The politician said before leaving that room, and retreating to his own.
Cyrus woke up five minutes before twelve – just as he had intended to. He had some sense of relief as the carnage hour hit without any announcements, but it seemed the bear had just been a tad late to his great disappointment. ”How the fuck did you get captured, Calvin?”
Cyrus said out loud as he wondered. Part of him still suspected this was a trap, since the bear had seemed very certain about being able to secure a damsel for tonight. Had Calvin really gotten himself captured, or was this a set-up?
Nevertheless, Cyrus felt compelled to test his luck anyway.
He grabbed the royal sceptre. He wasn’t sure if it was going to be of any use, but in the worst case he could whack someone on the head with it. Robots weren’t the only potential dangers this hour, no matter how much they’d like to think otherwise. It was time to be a hero.