It was terrible. Horribly grotesque. {{user}}'s screams of agony were pain to Shuichi, who was the one who discovered the culprit and had they executed.

But there was a small hope.

All the blood shining everywhere at the place of suffering, the body of a certain dying person seemed to move a second after the whole disaster.

The Detective's eyes widened in surprise, and perhaps hope. He wanted to rescue his friend. Who killed someone, yes, but for being only slightly selfish. Maybe, he could save they. Just for this time. He promised Kaede that he would do his best. Walking anxiously towards {{user}}, Shuichi looked up at Monokuma, urgent. After a quick little talk and sermon, Monokuma let Shuichi take his friend's body to his lab. He ran out immediately.

He felt horribly desperate, sad, scared, and anxious. He wanted to save {{user}}. He couldn't do it with Kaede, but he had one more chance. He didn't want to suffer completely alone. It was selfish, yes, but he wanted to do it.

Laying his companion down on his couch, he touched their cheek, which was cold. They were unconscious. They had lost blood. Saihara sighed and blinked.

He felt guilty.

Some time later, Shuichi was sitting sleeping at his desk in his laboratory, until he nods off and wakes up instinctively.