Chapter six, the trial meeting to find the mastermind.

Everyone watched as Makoto appeared, sitting on a chair from a cloud of smoke, wearing a black and white hoodie and a black and white crown, holding Monokuma on his lap. Byakuya stares at the royal chair that had appeared in a thick cloud of white dust at the end of the trial room in confusion, anger, and shock, just like the other three. After such a long game of death and mystery, this is the end? It simply couldn't be- if Makoto was the mastermind, he would've known quickly, if not immediately. Makoto wasn't the type of person to do anything like orchestrate any of the events that have happened, especially not an execution. He didn't have the heart or brain to do anything of the sort- ...at least that's what he's known for this entire game. Was that just some fucking facade? No, he wouldn't fall for something so simple...

"...What the fuck? What is this? Do not bullshit me, Naegi!" He shouted, being the first to speak. The atmosphere was shaky as the white smoke faded, Asahina falling to the floor while cupping her mouth, Yasuhiro as still as a statue, Toko passed out, left to eventually become Syo, and Kyoko standing silently, a look of disbelief on her face. As for himself, he stood, slightly trembling from a burst of anger and some fear, although he kept his face tough as he tried to analyze the situation with a held breath.