Calvin woke up in a sweat. He had been dreaming of his sister, but for some reason, his stomach had clenched up and he had been forced to wake. He stood up, and walked to the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. He looked the same as he had a few days ago, with the same flowing hair and sarcastic grin that crept across his face. He wondered what his sister looked like. The last he had spoken with her, she had bragged about how she was going to dye her hair, leaving the colour a surprise. 

“I guess I have no choice but to tell you the truth. The world is safe… but only for a little while.”

He splashed water on his face. Not the time to think about that. She was fine.

When he had gotten to his room last night, he had been quick to fall asleep. Too much information to process while awake. Now, he needed to think. 

His room was standard fare, not as comfortable as his lavish furnishings back in Axis Mundi proper, but Calvin wasn’t one to get attached to those things. He had various schematics of weapons, sculptures, and all other manner of metal objects. Some of them were useless, but a few he could actually see himself making use of at his forge back home. What did matter was the small set of tools that had been left behind in his room, which included a set of tongs, a chisel, and a somewhat ponderous hammer. They were small, but had been a gift his sister had brought over earlier when he was in the hospital. They certainly were a downgrade from his regular tools, but he hadn’t had the heart to tell her, so he had let her leave them with him after promising he would use them. Funny how promises tended to work out. 

He lifted the hammer. It fit comfortably in one hand, and he gave it an experimental swing. Immediately, he frowned. The weighting was off, and perhaps most importantly, the handle was quite short. They’d be fine at a forge, if he ever found one, but they’d be of no use in any sort of conflict, of that he was certain.

This train of thought came as a bit of a surprise. Was he already buying into Monokuma’s game? The hopeful side of him said that he had nothing to fear from these people, but he wasn’t so sure. He had seen the look in some people’s eyes. There was fear, but there was also shame. Were people thinking the same way he was?

He looked over to his bedside table. On it, under some papers, was another e-handbook. Calvin hadn’t touched it last night, afraid that it was somehow in violation of the hospital regulations, but after having studied them this morning, he knew it would be fine. He opened it up. Immediately, a brief message appeared on the screen.

“This should let you into the crematorium! It’s totally awesome! Let us know about those modifications, Ibbs. 
<3 -Alexandria ”.

Calvin shook his head. Those robots were terrifying, and the fact that they felt any sense of good will towards the smith was not a cause for celebration. He dismissed the message, and look at the e-handbook. It looked almost identical to his own. He knew he should leave the e-handbook aside, or tell the group about this startling discovery, but a part of him chose to hold it to his chest, at least for a while. 

Beside the book was a jar of red candies. He had briefly glanced at it when he had come in last night, but not noticed anything about them. He looked again. 

They were shaped like faeries, and a slight twinge of familiarity washed over Calvin. He had seen these before. Why the hell was Monokuma even handing out these gifts? He had said something about building trust in potential victims, and it made Calvin anxious. What if these things were poisoned? He certainly wasn’t going to give them to any of the little ones, that was for certain. 
What were these for? Where had Calvin seen them before? The answer came to him quickly, with an image of his sister at a blood donor clinic. She had insisted she go the day she was old enough. Calvin hated needles, and the mere sight of her all hooked up gave him the shivers. Afterwards, they had given her a candy, just like one of these. Which meant…

“Oh god damn. Really?” He could see the bear having a laugh at his genius idea. These were meant for Ice. Suddenly, Calvin felt a little better about the potential for the candy being poison. Not a lot, but a little. He decided he’d hold onto it for a while. He needed time to think, and he wasn’t going to get anything done on an empty stomach. Thankfully, there was a break room nearby, and Calvin figured that would be the easiest place to grab a bite, and maybe try and figure out what exactly he and his fellow infinite’s lives had become. 

As he weaved his way through the hallway, he passed a few people. Whenever he saw someone, he’d mutter a quick “Grabbing brekkie.” And keep on his way. If someone really needed to talk to him, they could do it there.