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“No,” Kyoko replied. She knelt and produced a lockpick from her boot. “We need patience.”

“We need a key,” Makoto said.

“Who is Junko Enoshima?” Makoto demanded. Danganronpa.Trigger.Happy.Havoc-HI2U

Before anyone could respond, the monitor on the wall crackled to life. Monokuma’s face appeared—half white, half black, the red eye glowing.

Byakuya’s smile was cold. “Observe and learn, plebeian.” “No,” Kyoko replied

It was Junko Enoshima’s.

Thirty seconds later, the lock clicked. The door groaned open. Danganronpa.Trigger.Happy.Havoc-HI2U

“We have two locked doors on the third floor,” she said without looking up. “One leads to the art room. The other… the data processing lab.”