"C'mon it'll be fun!" Kokona says, giggling she smiles at Y/n with a glint in her eyes, "Me and you! Just like it use to be, partners in crime. Well, now it'll be us finding crime." Kokona giggles, oblivious to the seriousness of the situation.

She remembers this, their discussion that happened a day after the video of Osana was posted and before all those murders...

"Ooh! I wonder what we could call are detective duo! It's got to be something original, hmm." Kokona thinks, rubbing her chin as she stares up at the ceiling,waiting for a comical lightbulb to appear over her head.

Someone's shoulder smacks into here, "Sorry, I'm in a bit of a rush!" They say, in an apologetic tone, they turn back to look at her flashing her a smile. Amao? He had a red streaking on his trousers, starting from his kneecap to his ankle, he quickly rushed off.

"Maybe, we could be called twin drills or something like that..." Kokona mumbled, still deep in thought.

"Ugh, the weather is crushing today! Absolutely, crushing! It's raining buckets out there, how ever am I supposed to perform in such conditions! The world is my stage after all!" She hears Kizano's voice, passing by her and a masked figure covered in darkness follows him with that same devil mask on, holding a fake weight.

This isn't what happened.

Kizano didn't arrive at this point, he came 3 weeks later and Amao wasn't supposed to be here either. What's going on with her memories?

"H-hello...Y/n, would you like to...Hang out?" Oko's typical, timid and meek voice says, she can still hear Kokona speaking, she can see Osana sobbing and she spots Aso walking towards her, in swimming trunks.

"Up for a swim, Y/n? I love a challenge before my any tornament, I always tell my self even the greatest swimmers can drown. So, that's why practice makes perfect." Aso says, he isn't speaking normally in a sense, it's like there is some meaning behind his words. Is it a reference to something?

"Words, can hurt just as bad! I hate... Rejection." Osana sobs, Raibaru hugs her and Y/n assumes she's saying reassuring words.

"Well, if you're going out with them, Y/n. Don't forget your scarf!" Kokona beams, she wraps the scarf she knitted for her around Y/n's neck. She can't describe it but the scarf doesn't have that soft, knitted touch around her neck, that scarfs are supposed to have, she looks down to see a rope.

"Look at me, I'm Y/n, I'm commiting suicide!" Musume laughs insensitively, she looks to her side to see Musume pointing at her. Musume then, takes her phone out and the light flashes straight into Y/n's eyes, all Y/n can do is cry, knowing this is all her fault.

She'd carry this guilt around for the rest of her life.

The school hallway setting vanished and they were all in a room off darkness, with her at the centre.

The rest of them followed and they take their phone's out cameras beginning to blind Y/n's vision and she sees them all surrounding her laughing, laughing at her suffering.

"How's it hanging up there, darling?" Kizano chortled, it felt like something was pulling her up.

She heard them saying, failure, you did this and she heard that she was better of dead.

"OH. MY. GOD. Did you really think, you could play some dumb detective? Look around Y/n, we are a result of your mistakes!" Musume laughs, it echoes and the others follow her laughter. Musume's face begins to deform and the noose around Y/n's neck tightens, she begins to rise above the floor, hanging.

Y/n barely chokes out, "Just give me one more chance! I'll...Make things right!" Y/n's, head spins and she can't focus her vision.

"Y/n! The evidence is right in front of you! Look and remember us, it will help!" Kokona shouts above the laughter, and she's the last face she sees before she jolts awake.

She's in her classroom, a string of saliva follows her lip as she sits up straight, eyes are staring right through her. "I'm glad you could join us miss Ronshaku, now would you please enlighten the class on the topic we are discussing." Her teacher snapped, Y/n looked around, Kokona and Saki weren't there.

"I'm sorry miss, I don't know." Y/n sighs, refusing to make eye contact with her, her teacher scoffs and continues on with her lesson. The bell chims and everyone makes there way to the gymnasium, where they hold there assemblies.

Y/n sat in her seat, the person next to her moved slightly, she heard the scrapping against the floor, they looked at her in horror and they looked away from her. Y/n can't remember when she's genuinely had a good day at school anymore. This assembly was about Musume, she didn't want to relive her funeral, watching her coffin getting lowered into the ground.

She thought things couldn't get worse till they did.

"Your the psycho that killed them all!" Beruma shouts at Y/n, pointing at her while staring her down. Why would she do this now? Others begin to follow, now that they've gotten an opportunity to blame someone and they shout words of blame and curses towards her.

She freezes and her fists tighten, all that she's been through for what, nothing? Her best friend is gone. Her sister is dead. They are all dead. And she couldn't stop it.

The ice broke underneath her and the shock was killing her.

All that effort... Just for her to be the one who gets blamed.

The worst thing is, the killer is in the crowd probably laughing and joining in.

Chaos erupted around her and her world was collapsing before her very eyes. Frueddo didn't move and inch to help her.

She saw right through the crowd, staring directly at Beruma, her eyes widened at Y/n's boldness. Y/n wanted to kill her.

Teacher's try to calm students down but they refused to stop.

Anger runs though her veins pumping throughout her heart, Y/n stands up and shouts directly at the crowd "How dare you accuse me!" Y/n shouts, and the chants grow louder, "I'll kill you all, I'll kill every last one!"

Y/n blinks.

Y/n's glad she didn't ACTUALLY say that, her mind was her own enemy, playing tricks on her. She doesn't need to dig herself into an even deeper hole. So, she stood shocked at Beruma's acidic words with clear intent to burn. Y/n's chest heaved in and out, looking at all the eyes staring at her, they were everywhere.

"Her friend Kokona is a killer! She must be one as well!" Someone in the crowd says loud enough for her to here.

She was frozen and her mouth opened wanting to say something but eyes burned deep into her soul and it was like a rope was wrapped around her neck restricting oxygen or words leaving her mouth. The people in the photography club, who she saw as family turned on her aswell. Why?

"We shouldn't be acting like this! Shouting profanities at a fellow classmate, this is simply a horrendous act!" Budo says, some people stop and Y/n feels her face growing warm as she stares at his messy, feathered, dark gray hair that fans around his head.

She's so thankful for Budo.

She still wants to cry, but not in front of so many people.

"We do not say things like that to other people, sit yourself down Beruma!" The guidance counselor, said making her way towards Beruma. The fact that Budo said something about everyone's behavior before the teacher proves that, the teacher must agree with everyone too.

Y/n needed to leave and get out of there, the walls felt like they were closing in on her.

As soon as Y/n stood up, gasps were heard throughout the gym, they all stopped talking and eyes filled of fear, looked at her. She finally saw it, a bunch of children consumed by fear, wishing to find a solution by blaming anyone in range. At the end of the day, she was always at the bottom of the barrel, she was never good enough.

No matter what she did. No matter how hard she tried, she was nothing more than some scapegoat.

Realization was crushing her like a 20 story building.

She didn't care anymore. All these people she was trying to protect, were practically trembling in fear, purely by the sight of her. Beruma made the mistake off looking towards her and she was met with the most empty, cold and deathly glare. Y/n's face was blank and Beruma couldn't read it.

But, if she could read her thoughts, she knew Y/n wanted her to die, right then and there.

She could see it in Y/n's eyes.

Beruma saw how tight her fists were, her nails must off been digging into her skin.

Something was so unnerving about a person with no facial expressions, it was so flat that you just can't predict what they'll do next.

Former members in the drama club began to scream when Y/n moved towards the door and other screams followed. Through the chaos and wreckage, the crowd seemed to part slightly so that Beruma could see the gym door opening blessing Y/n with rays of the sun's warm rays.

Y/n moved forward, never looking back.

She'd had to finish this endless cycle off fear.

She was on a mission and Beruma was not a part of that.

Y/n had nothing to lose at this point and quitting was not an option.