The trial room was... you know what? You know it all by now. It looked exactly the same, with the X'd out faces of the deceased. Mitch, Jordan, Stacey, Jerome, Ashlee, Jen, Tiff, and now Morgan.

   "Alrighty then! You all know by now how this pans out by now! Discuss, convict, execute!" Monokuma cried.

   Then the trial began.

   "Another death without a motive..." Pat said.

   "Yeah, but the question is, who?" Moon said.

  "Morgan was shot from behind, so she probably didn't see her killer..." Lizzie said.

   "Maybe ... but maybe not." I said.

    "What do you mean?" Sly asked.

   "Pat and I took the gun that was most likely the murder weapon to that forsenics lab. We dusted for prints, but the only ones we found were Morgans..." I explained.

   "Weird..." Jay said.

   "There's more." I said, "the metal in the shooting range is a reflective kind of bounces off. Most likely iron, since I'm pretty sure that's one of the metals bullets can ricochet off of."

   "Ricochet?" Moon asked, "why would the bullet ricochet off the wall if Morgan was shot from behind?"

   "The shot wasn't straight into the back of her head." I said, "and none of us killed her."

   "What?" Sly asked

   "What do you mean?" Pat asked.

   "Morgans death..." I said, "was an accidental suicide."

   "How?" Lizzie asked.

   "Well, it was her night to guard the shooting range. I'm guessing that she might have tried to shoot a couple of the guns. The pistol we found, near the body, she was shooting it. What likely happened is almost impossible, but it's the only thing that makes sense. When Morgan shot the pistol, it either missed the target or went through it. It ricocheted off, and came at her..." I started,

   "But Morgan was shot in the back of the head." Jay said.

   "Yeah, I know," I agreed, "because she dodged it, there was another ricochet mark behind the stall she was in. It bounced back and hit her in the back of the head. The shock and force of the bullet pushed her forward, she hit her forehead on the gate."

   "That explains the cut on her forehead." Lizzie said.

   "Yeah... and how only her fingerprints showed up on the gun." Moon said.

   "That's awful..." Sly said.

   "You know the odds of that happening are so low, right?" Pat said.

   "I know." I replied, "Morgan got unlucky."

   "Very unlucky." Jay said.

   "But what about Pat? His armor wouldn't have left fingerprints..." Jay said.

   "Pat was in his room the whole night." Moon said, with a sympathetic look at Pat, "I...heard him crying in his sleep next door."

   "You did?" Pat asked.

   Moon nodded.

   "You've been doing it every night since Jen died..." she said.

   "Yup, well, enough of the sappy talk and stuff!" Monokuma yelled, "get yer votes in!"

   The same thing happened, like it did every Trial. We wrote down the name of the killer, and dropped it into the box. After more dramatic pausing, the monochrome bear announced:

   "Alrighty! Y'all guessed correct again!" He cried, "Amayavixen accidentally did herself in!"

   "Man, that's rough..." Sly said.

   "No kidding..." Moon said.

   "Welp, Vixen's already dead, so I got no one to punish." Monokuma said with a shrug.

   "So, we just leave?" Lizzie said.

   "Yup, you just leave. I don't have anything else for you." The two-toned jerk said.

   "What about our memories?" I asked.

   "Hm? Oh yeah." Monokuma said, "alright. Those videos you all saw, you are all connected from the place you posted. It's ... it was called YouTube."

   "Was? Past tense?" Moon asked, "what's that supposed to mean?"

   "Nope! Not saying! That's all the memories you suckers are getting today!" Monokuma said with a laugh, "Toodles~!"

   Then he was gone.

   "I hate that stupid bear..." Sly growled as we got into the elevator.

   "Same" I said.

   "Same times two" Jay said.

   "Me three" Lizzie said

   "May our mutual hatred for that little pest give us the strength to get out of here!" Moon cried.

   "Yes!" Pat said, smiling.

   We went back to our rooms, because it was still pretty much night time. That morning, the six of us gathered in the dining hall, and made a promise.

   "No more killing." Lizzie explained, "no matter what the bear offers us"

   "Of course!" Moon exclaimed, "that stupid stuffed animal has caused enough despair and death."

   "Yeah, I'm definitely in." Pat replied

  "I won't kill anyone, you can count on that" Sly said.

   "Me neither." Jay spoke.

   "Count me out too." I said, I'm not stopping to the bears level."

   "Then we're all in agreement." Lizzie spoke with a small smile

   "Yep" the rest of us said in unison.

   "Alright losers! Everyone to the auditorium!" Monokuma cried.

   We entered the auditorium, and Monokuma popped in to stage.

   "Okee dokee folks! Here's a motive for ya! I know I haven't given you one in a while, so-"

   "Nope, sorry bear." Jay said, "we're not killing anyone."

   "No matter what you offer us, we're not going to kill." Pat said, determined.

   "We're going to get out of here," Sly said.

   "Whether you like it or not" Moon smiled.

   "What?" The bear laughed, "You can't do anything! You'll stay here till y-"

   Before the bear could finish his sentence, a gunshot rang out behind us, and the bear fell onto his back. A bullet between his mismatched eyes. We looked behind us, and I was surprised to see a girl around 17 or 18 with a pistol. She had long dark brown hair with blue streaks a couple shades darker than my own blue hair, and dark brown eyes.

   "Come on, I can get you out of here!" She said, beckoning us to follow her, "That bear is mass produced or something, so he'll be back."

   We followed her.

   "Who are you?" Lizzie asked as we ran up the first flight of stairs.

   "Well, its Lizzie" the girl said, "but call me Liz to avoid confusion."

   "How did you know her name was Lizzie?" Jay asked, as we ran up the second flight.

   "The same way I know your name is Jay. I've watched your YouTube videos." Liz said, "you all were pretty popular..."

   We reached the fourth floor, and we were heading to the elevator, when we saw someone blocking our path. Someone who was supposed to be dead