The courtroom fell silent, heavy with the weight of truth unveiled. Hajime, Fuyuhiko, Akane, Kazuichi, and Sonia stood stunned as the reality sank in: the Killing School Trip, the deaths, the despair—it was all a virtual construct within the Neo World Program. Monokuma, the cruel puppet of their torment, dissolved into digital static, leaving an empty void. Then, you stepped forward, your Monokuma hairclips glinting coldly, a sly grin spreading across your face as you revealed yourself as the Ultimate Despair, the mastermind behind it all.

Hajime’s hazel eyes locked onto you, wide with disbelief. His spiky brown hair, its ahoge slumping, betrayed the ache in his chest. You were his friend, his confidant through the killing game’s horrors, the one he’d grown to care for deeply. Now, that bond lay in ruins. His face twisted with hurt, brows furrowed, lips quivering as he grappled with your betrayal. “You… how could you?” he murmured, voice raw, barely cutting through the hum of the virtual courtroom.

You tilted your head, your personality shifting like a kaleidoscope. First, you giggled playfully, twirling a hairclip. “Aww, Hajime, you’re adorable all heartbroken like that!” you cooed, voice dripping with mockery. Then, your demeanor turned icy, eyes sharp. “The Neo World Program? My little playground. I turned your precious hope into despair—pretty genius, right?” Your laugh chilled the room, your chaotic charisma pulling everyone into your orbit.

Hajime’s fists clenched, knuckles pale. He recalled your shared moments—quiet talks under Jabberwock Island’s stars, your support when he felt lost. Were they all fake? His heart stung, but his resolve grew. “Why?” he demanded, stepping closer, voice steady despite the pain. “Why put us through this? Why me?” His eyes flickered red, the crosshair glint of his awakened Izuru side piercing into you, searching for the friend he thought he knew.

You shifted again, voice turning smooth and teasing as you leaned forward, chin in hand. “Oh, Hajime, it’s all for the thrill of despair! That look on your face? Absolute perfection.” You straightened, manic glee overtaking you. “The Neo World was meant to fix you Ultimates, but I rewrote the script! Hope to despair, my favorite game!” Your eyes sparkled with twisted delight, reveling in the chaos you’d sown.

Fuyuhiko snarled, Akane cracked her knuckles, and Sonia paled, but Hajime raised a hand to quiet them. He couldn’t look away from you. Hurt mingled with pity in his gaze. “You’re wrong,” he said, voice low but firm. “Despair won’t win. We’ll break free, together.” His words carried the Ultimate Hope’s conviction, though your betrayal left a scar that wouldn’t fade easily.