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It appeared that even the poet's muttering was loud enough to draw the other two people's attention. The problem was that it did not work vice-versa, for Daimyon got very immersed in that book and only noticed their approach when they were right next to him. Needless to say he got quite startled, almost dropping the small booklet.

[color=SeaGreen]“This? I am yet to determine...”[/color] he answered the queries somewhat half-heartedly. It was still the most truthful thing he could have said; he was still skimming through the pages and searching for the right words to describe the book. Its plain black-and-white cover once held a title, but it was all but illegible now. Daimyon could take out a Y—or was it a U?—, an N which looked like an M if one squinted at it hard enough, and the word ‘book’ at the end, which frankly did not help much. The contents were surprisingly much more preserved—the cover must have been extraordinarily effective in shielding them from the storms of time. It could not do much against external intervention though; some of the pages were visibly torn out. Most of what was written inside was written with handwriting, but even then the style was not uniform. Truly, it went against every form of genre norms.

[color=SeaGreen]“Looks to be an...autobiography of some sort,”[/color] he made the final conclusion. [color=SeaGreen]“A bit amateurish, if you ask me. It's also old, as you can see—I don't think it has any relevance to our current situation, unfortunately.”[/color] With that he closed the book and put it...into his large pocket, instead of back on the shelf. He took out his notebook first so it could fit in, and even then it barely did. [color=SeaGreen]“Might make for an interesting read, nonetheless.”[/color]

The matter settled, he continued his search, now notebook and pen in hand. He made a few notes into it about books he would like to come back for later and kept looking for something that would help bring their ‘investigation’ forward. It soon became apparent however that checking every single book and assorted document was not feasible and poking around in the dark did not lead anywhere. Daimyon sat down and tried to get an overview on the situation. He started writing up questions, answers and even more questions all over the page which quickly ended in a mess only he could decipher. Crafting rhymes was also wholly counter-productive in this case. He shook his head and saw that he had to try taking organised notes for once.

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[i][b]FACT:[/b] There are 17 people in here right now
[b]OBSERVATIONS:[/b] All 17 of us have Infinite talents; the last memory of each of us pertains to the Axis Mundi hospital which is maintained by the Infinity Initiative; we are still there presumably
[b]QUESTIONS:[/b] How did we get here? Why were we ‘picked’? Where is everyone else?

[b]FACT:[/b] A robotic plush bear called Monokuma claims to be the organiser of everything
[b]OBSERVATIONS:[/b] Monokuma is capable of appearing out of seemingly nowhere, thus it is presumed he has access to places we don't; he knows more about us than we know about each other; he leads four other robots named the ‘Carnage Sisters’
[b]QUESTIONS:[/b] Who controls him and the Sisters? What are their goals?

[b]FACT:[/b] We are supposed to...kill each other
[b]OBSERVATIONS:[/b] The building is supposedly locked down with no escape available (unconfirmed; search ongoing), only way to get out is by committing murder and getting away with it; there are also a bunch of rules in place that make attempting escape more difficult
[b]QUESTIONS:[/b] Why is there a need for killing? What happens if someone kills? How can we avoid it? Can we escape?[/i]

——

There, that looked better—and a lot more worrying too. Daimyon had to admit that the pleasant morning and the company of all the lovely people that had been thrust into this situation with him kind of put the big picture into the recesses of his mind. As he—with the help of both his notebook and his e-handbook—collected the basic information, everything was brought back to the forefront. Compared to the questions, their knowledge was limited and what they did know painted a bleak picture. It all boiled down to one terrible duality: they could stay here forever or they could leave. The former was out of the question, but to do the latter one needed to take another person's life.

At least according to Monokuma and whoever controlled him.
He might have been powerful, but surely he could have not accounted for every possibility either?

Daimyon stood up and approached Shona and Mondatta.
[color=SeaGreen]“Have you found anything?”[/color] he inquired. [color=SeaGreen]“I've written a summary on our current...predicament, maybe it could help us decide what to focus on? I believe keeping a single, important issue in mind is more valuable than trying to address everything at once.”[/color]

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