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Before Daimyon could set off anywhere, Monokuma appeared to take the spotlight. He could not forget the monochromatic bear—his announcement was the first thing he heard every morning, which ensured that he would always remain on the poet's mind, day after day. At least now his role was not to sow discord as he merely introduced the three new Infinites properly. That is, until he turned to Daimyon himself, mentioning a ‘book with a school girl’ and the carnival. The carnival, he knew about: it was on the third floor; he had checked the map a couple times today to confirm that. In that moment, however, he was unsure what kind of book Monokuma was talking about. When he disappeared, the poet hastily pulled up his notebook. Fortunately, he did not have to search for long, as it featured prominently in his writings from not so long ago.

[color=seagreen]“The Ryoshi Membook!”[/color] he exclaimed, slapping his forehead.
He wrote down clearly how important the partly-deciphered work was to him, which gave Monokuma's comment a new urgency. He turned back to the new Infinites and noticed a fourth unfamiliar face approaching—he did not want to leave the gathered group behind in this state, but he felt like he had to address the concern of the Membook today. And it was getting rather late.
[color=seagreen]“Well, I must depart now...”[/color] he said to the trio. [color=seagreen]“I would still recommend you head to the break room. And, Noah...”[/color] He stepped closer to the biologist, leaning low to address him in a quieter voice. [color=seagreen]“Please take care of Juliette. She looks...uncomfortable. I shall see you all tomorrow.”[/color]

With that and a quick farewell to the rest of the Infinites, Daimyon took off. He walked up two floors and into the resort, keeping his notebook open throughout the whole way—almost tripping on a staircase as a result—, reading more about the Membook. He got himself up to speed on his previous results in the mysterious schoolgirl's diary and on how he was driven by the potential that it could unlock secrets that could help them in their own peril. Making this motivation his own once again, he strode through the third floor resort until he reached the entrance to the carnival. The gate bore Monokuma's black-and-white face, split down in the middle. Alongside these ‘colours’, red also featured prominently on the attractions and tents inside the carnival, evoking the feeling of certain noir films. There was even music, though the poet deemed it more disconcerting than cheery. It did not help his mood that he wandered around the deceptively large area for some time without finding anything—even with his imaginative mind that tried to draw symbolism from everything—that could in any way relate to the Ryoshi Membook.

Frustrated and believing the whole ordeal to be nothing more than a joke played at his expense, Daimyon was about to call it a day before he stumbled upon what seemed to be the end of the carnival. It was not so much an end as it was a closed-off area with a separate entrance which was locked. On it, a sign read [i]‘The Midnight Carnival is under construction. We have no actual construction workers in this hospital, only nurses, which makes things difficult. Beary sorry!’[/i]
That had to be it, the poet thought. That had to be where the secrets of the diary could be found. All he had to do...was wait.

On the way back, he wondered when the Midnight Carnival would open. Was there some sort of event that had to trigger it? He hoped it was not another trial—but if so, the only other event he could think of was the Night of Carnage. And after they had to organise an entire party to raise the spirits following the previous one, Daimyon really did not want another. He hoped that, somehow, some way, history would not repeat itself, just as much as he wanted the murders to end. This day was too much for him: too much hope, crushed by too much despair. When he finally arrived back in his room, he collapsed onto his bed without a second thought. It was time to forget everything.