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The execution grounds unfurled elegantly, sprouting tables from the ground and cardboard cutouts of people behind them. A long stretch of carpet rolled out underneath, painting a path down the immeasurably long dining hall it found itself in, beset with decorations and banquets befitting a king. At the one end of the hall sat a giant wheel, painted red and white in the style of a target. Large clamps lay set into the wood, holding tightly their victim - Erin Steele. A cheer arose from the static and counterfeit spectators as the King stood from his throne at the other end; Monokuma.

The low hum of a mechanism whirred to life, turning a motor attached to the wheel. As it did, the wooden apparatus began to turn, slowly spinning on an axis around its pivot, taking Erin with it. Monokuma chuckled as the rotations picked up speed, and pulled from the side of his throne a barrel of daggers. He drew one, brandished it towards the audience, and threw it with deft accuracy, piercing the target beneath Erin’s left arm. 

On Erin’s face the only expression shown was neutrality, almost resignation, but nonetheless he struggled against the metal bonds that restrained him, as daggers hit the board all around his spinning form. The cheering of the crowd only rose as the spectacle continued, and Monokuma pulled from the barrel the final dagger.

He paraded it to the crowd, making a show of it being the very last blade, and their cries and shouts reached a crescendo pitch, anticipating the outcome of the performance. But as he danced, taunting the blackened on the wheel, the binding on Erin’s wrist loosened. A mistake, perhaps, but noticing the opportunity he smirked, wrenching his arm free of metal. He then freed his other arm, and his legs, and leapt down from the wheel, ripping a blade from out of its wooden structure as he went. The moment his feet touched the ground, the cheers of the audience died off, disappointed at the escapee.

But as Erin cast his gaze across the hall, he saw no exits; no escapes. His face contorted into a grin as Monokuma leapt back onto his throne, bearing down on him with his crimson eye. His arm pivoted backwards, and threw the dagger. It looked as though it would be the mortal blow, the one to kill the blackened, but instead Erin had other ideas. The dagger was light in his hand, and he quickly raised it above his head, the blade angled towards him. He wasn’t going to go out on Davis’s whim, now that he had been given a chance. His grin extended out to a painful reach, and he let out a chuckle, before plunging the blade into his chest.

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Erin’s head turned behind him, past the wheel he had been bound to, and at the wall of the hall. The dagger hadn’t struck him. Instead, it flew past him, and into the fake wall of the court. It fell backwards in the impact, landing with a thud. The moment it fell, a brilliant light entered the room, striking the eyes of the Infinites profoundly. It was [i]sunlight[/i]. Honest to God sunlight. 

Blood pooled underneath his legs, running down and dying his clothes a crimson. A bloodcurdling giggle echoed around the hall, and Erin fell to his knees, then to his side, gazing into the light, laughing maniacally at his own cowardice, until the life drained from his body, ceasing his insanity.