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Time is relative. For Chikako, her time moved extremely slowly ever since Aurel dropped her name. Before she could even defend herself, Ginshi, the boy who had said nothing since the trial's start, suddenly came out with an entire theory on how she did it. It was wrong; she wanted to deny it, to speak up against the accusation, but Snow grabbed the momentum of the trial. If nobody came up with an answer, she'd just vote for the Rhythm player. Aurel was much too happy to oblige, him and Hiroki starting to work together to try and bring her down.

"W-wait, hang on... this is a joke, right? This isn't funny," she stammered out, her confused and fearful face slowly morphing into an angry scowl. "Why the hell is it my turn to get accused?! Can't you all make up your minds?!"

"Oh I'm sorry, did the thief strike a nerve with you, miss killer?" Momoe taunted Chikako. With a bemused smile and a snicker, she continued: "Just for the record: I think he's the first person to talk some sense in this trial!"

"What, is this some kind of game to you?! We're all [i]fucked[/i] if we get this wrong, you included!" she yelled back at the cyclops. Momoe nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders in response, refusing to dignify Chikako's outburst with a proper reply. "Either way," the girl angrily continued to growl, "what the hell is up with that logic?! The CD came from my lab, therefor I did it? My clothes are pink, thus I'm the killer?! Last I checked, Lilly and Flare wore pink too! Why am I being singled out? And why would I just leave the CD case lying there?!"