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This day, it had passed so very slowly. It was packed with events, terrible events, regretful events, hateful events; it gave Max quite a headache as he sat in his room, contemplating on what happened during the [i]meeting[/i].

Even though not a single person would have noticed, Max had been quietly listening to everything from a distance, and to be fair, it took quite some self-restraint to stop himself running in there and stopping the madness. It was an opportunity to hear everyone's side, and assess their sanity, which seemed to be fading for some, if not most of them. Soon they would end up just like Max, or worse.

The announcement that played was per usual, a complete joke; but one with a purpose. It seemed like perfect timing; first the group turns to fight, antagonize, and harm themselves, and then that damned Monokuma forces them to choose once more, to pit them against each other; it was brutal.

Max wanted to speak to them, and make sure that there wouldn't be anymore infighting, but he knew that was impossible; it was far too late for that. All he could do was make sure that those who remained escaped, even if some of them had to die to make it happen. So with that determination, he picked his heavy-feeling body up from the bed, and stepped out of his room.

The night creeped ever closer, and with every tick of the clock, Max focused his attention towards his objective. And as he rested his back agains't a wall near Ice's room, he waited for his accomplices to show up.