Saihara's POV:

"So no flirting either?" Ouma asked, "we both know neither of us feels the same" I noted, "point taken, do you know what the outside world is like?" Ouma asked, "not a clue, to be honest, I hear tiny hints in the conversations I have with Maiko and the physical therapist, Akio, have you met him? The outside world is honestly still a complete mystery to me" I admitted.

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It had started as a typical day, Maiko had discovered what I had done with my hair, she didn't say anything other than 'if you wanted a haircut you should have told me, I could've called a barber in or something' I can't tell whether or not she was joking.

I just laughed it off at the time, how else do you react to someone trying to carefully put it that you had a bad hair cut? After Maiko had left I did what I normally did, read some of the books I had gotten.

The books were all completely fiction, not exactly my ideal type, except for mystery novels, or what I was looking for at the time. The second I had left the killing game I wanted to know what the world outside the killing game looked like if it had changed at all with my game and what it truly was like before. Some parts for all I know were fabricated by Danganronpa.

The outside world for all I had known at this point was a cruel and unempathetic place, one that demanded the lives of us, teenagers, for us to be psychologically traumatized all in the name of entertainment. The world I had grown up in.

That world is an enigma.

Akamatsu told me she was sure that I had changed that world, that I had done something in my time during the games, that maybe one day could have stopped the games forever. Maiko promised me she wouldn't allow me to be put in another game, that I had changed the world in my way somehow, I didn't believe them.

It wasn't me. It was all of us. I was just the person who was left alive, to tell the truth about our game, and the pain and the sorrow we were forced to endure. 

So, on a day with no meetings, no sort of real schedule, not even a physical therapy session. It was a day completely left up to me, I had decided to take a walk around the hospital that day, unlike Ouma I had recently gotten an updated uniform which was similar to pajamas, along with a pair of white slippers so I mainly decided to walk around the halls.

It was quiet in there, rarely a person walked through, my possibly residing or working in other areas, I didn't see anyone else from my game, I wasn't disappointed by that for some reason though. I was anxious to see them, excited, hopeful, and dreading those meetings. 

The people I had to see the corpses of.

The people I had to discover the murder and truth behind their death, not being able to save them from the game.

The people whose eyes were begging, pleading with me not to turn them in, to let them survive and their eyes were so filled with panic, in the end, pleading for their lives.

And being dragged off to be executed.

I could only watch as all of that happened, no I had done more than look, I had condemned some of them to their deaths and at the same time bring some kind of justice to the ones who had died by their hands.

But some of those blackened were Akamatsu and Momota. Those people were, or I believed we could have been friends if the circumstances on how we met were different at least. What if it had been different, what if I had noticed, why? Why couldn't I change anything-

CRASH

Huh?  I turned around towards the sounds, my eardrums were ringing as I saw smoke filling the air, it was getting hard to see what was going on, whatever it was though wasn't finished.

CRASH

The explosions had started again, hitting once again another wall, I could see some scarlet bloodstains on the walls and, I had only been protected from the destruction because I turned a corner, and even then a piece had flown by and managed to cut my face when I heard the explosions starting and saw some of the debris flying into our hall, I could only widen my eyes in surprise as I took off running as far as I could away from them, what's going on?

I could hear people screaming in terror at what was happening- what is happening? Is someone breaking in? Why? What have I done to deserve this, is it because of what I said?  I felt my heart racing, it was beating loudly in my ears to counteract the ringing inside of them, I didn't know where I was running, I had to change directions with every step and I barely recognized what part of the hospital I was at.

Should I go back to the people? What if they're hurt, what's happening what is going on can somebody just please help me?! I pleaded in my head.

BANG

I froze in place.

A gunshot.

They had guns.

They had guns and they were using them, on who or what I didn't know, I felt myself being petrified. I don't want to die here. I don't want to die here. They were shooting off in the distance and I could hear the screams from nearby being silenced by it.

Run.

I kicked off my slippers and charged down further down the hall, looking for someone, anyone, or at the very best someplace to hide.