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Cyrus was in equal amounts interested and appalled by the theater therapy. There was no getting around it, they were stuck in a demented killing game. Caught by a stupid bear and his four horse riders. It was absolutely disgusting. There was no reason to be excited about being stuck in this hellhole. But since there was no getting around it, there was just one thing Cyrus could really do: Put his inner analysis machine to work. To process every word, every tone, every expression and every bit of information that came from the teddy bear. And through the cynical words of the bear and the sometimes worthless questions of the audience, gold was certainly struck. 

He made a mental note of every detail of note. And while Monokuma’s answers didn’t provide any amazing discoveries, there were things to remember. They couldn’t get out without [i]someone[/i] dying, but he never told them they had to be the ones to murder each other. Was there a possibility for outside interference?  But at the same time he answered to Felix they would be stuck forever if they didn’t kill each other. Why did he need their trust? Yet, If he couldn’t lie, was there a way to reconcile the contradictions he had already found? Also, what was threatening to hit the world in a little while?  And then there was the matter of this “killing game”, a reenactment of a game over a decade old… he needed a little more time to think about how to assemble various pieces there.

After receiving his E-handbook, the rules only added to his confusion. Maybe he should get one of the sisters or the good doctor himself to clarify a few of these rules later. But there were a few things he couldn’t ask. Such as, if the doctor could punish them himself as rule #3 states, why did he need nurses at all? If the nursing staff can not enter their rooms, can monokuma? If so, could monokuma simply attack them at any time in their rooms during the carnage hour?  There were loopholes and uncertainties throughout the entire thing. Maybe the doctor could’ve hired someone with a good understanding of law to handle these rules next time. Cyrus offers quite fair rates.

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Cyrus’s room indeed contained many items he had been missing dearly since his arrival. All his personal items except for his cellphone seemed to be here.  Actually, maybe would’ve liked the peace and quiet away from his 24/7 ringing cellphone if this wasn’t a killing game. His room looked a lot like an office, as he had been working around the clock even when admitted.
Amongst the items he found was a notebook, that seemed to be the one he used in the hospital, which he tucked into his pocket.  In addition, there was a large box with office  supplies; pens, paperclips, a perforator and a stapler amongst other things… and more empty notebooks where his laptop had been. Naturally Cyrus wouldn’t have an item that could do something as detrimental as connect to the internet. Then there was a closet containing the clothes he had taken with him to the hospital (Which were only suits). Lastly, there was a bookcase containing many books on policy of all sorts: military  health care,  education, economy, culture, legal matters.  Cyrus kept most of those around as reference material.

Besides the items he knew, there were two things he definitely did not own himself.  He could feel anger gushing through him for a bit at the sight of the first one, and ignored it completely. Instead, he picked up the other item. If his knowledge served him well, this was supposed to be an orichalcum ingot. He too recalled what the doctor had told them about these, and he wanted nothing to do with it. But maybe these gifts would have their uses. 

For now, maybe he just was going to explore their prison for a bit.