[b]Hisakawa Hiroki[/b]

Even after being tied up together for the past few days, Hisakawa was amazed at Usui’s ability to remain calm under the circumstances. She hardly seemed to recognize the danger of the situation, even as it became more and more obvious just what had happened. What amazed him more was the fact that she wanted to investigate with him, but he was hardly complaining. He had gotten used to her presence, and if he had to guess, she might feel the same way. Plus, he could hardly turn down a concrete sense of direction.

He followed after her, his quick steps betraying his nerves; though the way he shook as his nails dug into the flesh of his palm. The approach to the cabin took almost no time at all, and if the horror-struck faces were anything to go by, Monokuma hadn’t been lying. He quickly turned his attention to the floor, however. He didn’t want to have to look at the body just yet.

He ended up stopping just behind Usui, and waited as she turned around to look at him, as unreadable as ever, “Hey, can you take the lead? I'm not... very good at this."

He blinked, surprised, “I—take the lead? Um…” He held his breath, deep in thought for a moment, “Yeah, I guess I could do that,” he muttered.

He took in a deep breath, taking a moment to prepare himself. He didn’t want to go in, or even so much as acknowledge the body, but Usui was counting on him now, and he didn’t want to let her down.

He made his way passed her, and brought his eyes up to look at Fukuda’s body. Her throat had been cut open, her still, limp body empty of life; and as Hisakawa made eye contact with her, he suddenly found himself struck by how funny it all was. The confusion of arriving here, the stress brought on by the rules and trying to escape, all the fighting and fear and every little thing: what was the point of it all, anyway? He started to laugh, a quiet and breathy chuckle.

And as he laughed, the reality of the situation began to settle in. He was looking at the dead body of a girl he barely knew, who was murdered by another person stuck in this camp that he barely knew, and her murder had to be solved or else everyone but the murderer will die, and the only detectives they had were a bunch of emotionally stunted, moronic dirtbags!

He covered his face with his hands, trying not to let himself dissolve to tears, “God, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me…”

As the shock slowly ebbed, he turned to look at Usui, “Well… she seems very dead. Uh. Where do we go from here?”