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Infinites argued back and forth over Daimyon's head. Standing on his podium silently, he switched his attention back and forth between his notebook and Monokuma File, thinking, trying to piece an image together. One line in the former flashed before his mind's eye: [color=seagreen][i]‘Had breakfast with Faith. She's a feisty, ambitious young woman blessed with wonderful imagination. Spend more time together?’[/i][/color] He had written these words shortly after he had seen Faith for the last time, in the morning.

Now she was dead.

Somehow, this struck him harder than he would have admitted. He had barely known her: that note was his first mention of her in a while. But it was a note of promise, a new seed of hope in the overbearing despair. They would have gotten along swimmingly, he was sure of it. They could have become really good friends. But Faith was no more, her last mark on this world a murder mystery they were now forced to solve. So be it, the poet told himself. He would find his hope in bringing her killer to justice.

[color=seagreen]“There are many puzzle pieces floating in my head right now, struggling to fit together. I think we should find the corners first,”[/color] he started once there was a lull in the debate. [color=seagreen]“Cyrus is right—entering the room is one corner. I don't know how someone could have entered a room that wasn't theirs...but I [i]do[/i] have an idea on who could have had the opportunity.”[/color] He held a dramatic pause, partly for effect, partly for a quick glance at his notebook. [color=seagreen]“I was one of the people watching over Jezebel after they were found in the break room. Until I was called away. Then, she was left alone...with [i]Emily[/i],”[/color] he pointed at the woman. [color=seagreen]“The next time I saw you was back at the room, which has become the crime scene. I take no pleasure in accusing anyone, especially not you, but...you're the only one who could've done this. You even had her handbook! Yes... M-my memory is not very good, but I distinctly remember that I used Jezebel's handbook to get her back into her room. Then I left it [i]in[/i] the room. With [i]you![/i] With it, you could've moved in and out freely and, and...you could've gotten others in there as well. [i]How[/i], or [i]why[/i] Faith in particular, I don't know. But this is the first corner.”[/color]

As the others were processing his accusation, he added in a lower voice, [color=seagreen]“Of course, I almost got [i]murdered[/i] while I was out, but that's a different piece. A different corner.”[/color]