Body after body. You did not bother investigating the Mizono's body or the room. To be frank, you were still quite shaken about the deaths of two girls. One you actually witnessed. Like a bad dream, you wanted this to end. But this wasn't a dream. 

"Celeste?" Your voice was slient. Barely audible. Barely even classing as a whisper, as you lay back on your bed. The fitted sheets wrinkling at your wake. 

"Hm? Something the matter?" She was in your room also, while you slouched. She sat beside you filled with poise and dignity. Like she couldn't be seen relaxing for one moment. 

"Why are you so..... classy? I mean, two people literally died. And here you are, cool and collected." To this you recived no answer. A small tinge of crimson was coating her cheeks, but that was all. Stoic and calm. Her face painted to be as calm as the ocean. Gently swaying without disturbence of fishermen and boats.

"Who do you think had killed Sayaka?" You asked, dipping the conversation in that direction due to the lack of response to your earlier query. For better or for worse, you had made this choice. There was no turning back once those words were uttered from your mouth. 

"Well to be honest, its seeming like Neagi had murdered her." Her tone and expression were bare and blank. There was no telling what was going on in that head of yours. But, this sparked you intrest. A chance for a debate. Something you wouldn't pass the chance to do, even in these dire circumstances. 

"We had not heard his side of the story. It might not be Neagi!" A rebutal has been made. Your stance was clear. There was not a shred of doubt that Makoto was innocent. There must be some kind of inconsistency. 

"Yeah, but he might be wanting us to think it someone else!"

"Neagi would never!"

"He could be using basic mind tricks (y/n)."

You sighed. This wasn't going in your direction. "But, I don't think he would. He was buddy buddy with her. There is no outcome where he would want to murder her. He liked her." Your tone was flat as you deliver all you could tell from the surface of Mizono's relationship with Neagi.

She sat still. Thinking perhaps? Nevertheless she was as still as a statue. Porcelain face expressionless still, like she was playing statues.

But what did you remember from the bathroom? 

Her body. Lifeless, as if she were a broken doll.

Used then discarded.

Who could have done something like this?

You need answers.

There was blood,a lot of it. Mizono, laying there.... and writing? Drawn in her blood. Or at least you think its hers? Presumably. 

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♡ Date Edited; April 29th 2024 ♡