Well, aren’t you all just lucky? Not only were you all accepted into the marvellous, grand, amazing Hope’s Peak Academy, your class was also picked for a tour around the new Hopeful Shopping Centre! Oh, hold on a second… No, actually, you’re not...
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Eli > See if you can't open one of those registers
Unfortunately, Ganemon Bank’s security is too complex for your understanding. Too bad, it seems you’ll have to find a way to open that register... Maybe in a more destructive way?
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Eli > Carefully check out the bank
That bank seems to be... Ganemon? It seemed to be like the case. You think to have heard about some kind of billionaire redhead that owns it also attending your school. Next to the electonic cashiers you can see the way that leads you to the safe of that place, just beside the picture of the owner of that place... Megalomaniac, maybe?
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I Can't Help Myself [OPEN]
Eli had been arguing with himself the entire trip to the newest floor. There was no pile of cash that would bring him back from the dead if something happened, but the call was too strong to keep him deterred. What if they had safe deposit boxes there?
So he slowly walked into the bank, gun openly visible in his hand. He wasn't about to lose a second pulling it out of his pocket. Too many people died for him to make a mistake like that.
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What a beautiful nightmare || Kishiko || RE:EXECUTION/CHAPTER 5 START
Out of everyone that had to die next it was him... And it turned out, he was lying to her the whole time... She still had the gun from the trial, despite Thesis telling her not to keep it... But she did anyway, her fantasy was completely shattered until nothing was left of it. She took the hair bow out of her hair, her hair was almost to the floor, but she didn't seem to care. The heart that was on her cheek was pretty much almost gone.
"....What do you want...?" She mumbles out, turning to her classmate.
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Deep in thought. | Thesis | Execution Reaction | Open
Thesis surprisingly wasn't surprised at the execution. Yes, it sure did sicken him, but he did do something in the trial. He felt weirdly proud of himself. He helped during the trial, and attempted to curve everyone in the right direction. Or...You know, tried that is. While looking around on the new floor, he traveled everywhere. You know, window shopping? Yeah, that. Eventually he ended up in the bank. Huh. This place reminded him of a friend that he had danced with a long time ago. Ah, Whatever, it was most likely just him. Thesis seemed to be walking round and round in circles thinking deeply. Who is going to be next? Hm...
"[ Se toivottavasti ei minulle , Hm..If seuraava oikeudenkäynti tulee olemaan pian , kuinka pian se tulee olemaan? Se ei näytä kukaan voisi ... hmm ... ]"
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Katsumi checks the Fancy Dress Store.
As you look at the display, a ghastly sight hits you in the stomach. For there, tied up by rope and dressed in a nice looking outfit...
Was the body of Lykos.
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No One Else Left | Katsumi | Execution Reaction | Open
And that was the last person that Katsumi had any relations with. Beta must be so proud. First, her coach. Second, her mother. Third, Angel. Fourth, Lykos. And now, Jeong. Sure Jeong went crazy, but Katsumi didn't want him to die... But Beta doesn't care, does she. So many conflicting emotions... "Hey Beta. You mind just killing me now?" Her voice was hollow, almost mechanic. "You already ruined my life, might as well take it too." She looked at the remaining survivors... Who would be the next killer? Who would be the next victim? Katsumi didn't have any faith in them anymore. She knew that someone would die. The past victims made it obvious, people do murder senselessly. There's a chance that Katsumi would be the next victim too. Although to be honest, she wouldn't give a shit. She has no reason to live anymore.
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Another bleep, another area to explore!
Bank
Art Store
Beauty Store
Fancy Dress Store
Chapter 5: Start!
(Additionally, everyone has received 10 Betma coins.)
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The Murderer has been found!
(TW: Impalement, Explosion, Hitting the ground too hard)
Leong stared out into the few remaining people standing there as they looked at him in utter disbelief and anger. He kept the never-ending smile on his face and the love-sick look in his eyes as he stared at Iwao. The white haired boy, whose death was pending over his head, twirled and skipped over to the poker player and wrapped his arms around his neck, whispering something into his ear softly. He pulled away to gauge his reaction and winked before a large metal chain shot out of no where, the metal collar attached to it clamping down on his neck and dragging him out of the trial room. People in the trial room could hear him laughing throughout the room before it stopped completely.
Darkness.
That's all Leong saw before he opened his eyes, finding that he was at the roof of an abandoned building. Confused, he walked towards the edge and looked down, only to find that it had no end. He looked down at himself to find him back in his brother's clothing. "Well, shit..." He began to try and pull it off when the sudden sound of movement behind him made him turn around, seeing a human figure 20 feet away. He walked forward to get a closer look...and...
it got closer...
and closer...
and closer...until he could see who was walking towards him. It was Jeong. Or....
...at least...no...
Leong took a step back and cracked a smile. "B-Brother! How good it is to see you~!" His brother's figure was more of a phantasmagoria than a solid entity, his brother's face stony and cold as he glared at Leong.
"You killed me...." He said, the sound of his voice flat and mechanical as he got closer. Leong took another step back before finding himself at the edge of the building. He was nervous, opening his arms wide and laughing loudly.
"A-Ahahahaaa!!!! F-For your own good!!! You deserved to die, dear brother!!! Nothing else can convince me otherwise!!" His arms soon came to hug himself, his body shaking violently. Jeong didn't say anything else before producing a large detonator in his hands, looking down at it before looking back up with a deranged smile.
"It's time you paid the price!" Leong had only a second to register the fact that he'd pressed the button, the roof top exploding in a fiery inferno and his body flying through the air. He could feel himself falling down.
He couldn't feel anything for a moment, his ears ringing loudly and his body limp. Pretty ironic. He pushed his brother off of a building, his brother blew him off one...
An metal pipe then pierced his chest, his cries and screams of agony and pain being drowned out by the explosions going off in the back ground. His cries turned into bubbling laughter as he continued to fall, landing on the ground in a heap. Blood splattered everywhere around Leong, thus ending his life.
LEONG BAE, THE SHSL DEMOLITIONIST EXPERT, HAS BEEN EXECUTED.
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That cake is a lie. | THESIS | BODY REACTION
Thesis stared at the cake. Are you serious. You have to be kidding. THAT'S the body?
"So c-can we all agree that i-it WASN'T Caren?"
Thesis laughed nervously as he looked at everyone else. Please, is this the last murder? Thesis really wasn't that plagued at this point. But wait a second...
"...."
WHY DID THE MURDER KILL FOR MONEY? THIS MAKES NO SENSE. NONE. Thesis was just kinda staring at the cake with no expression. He's trying to figure this out, but he's failing miserably.
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Betma File 5

Victim name: Spencer England
Cause of Death: ???
Time of Death: 04:13 AM
Location of Body: Bakery/Cake Store
Discovered by: Caren Mader
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A Slice of Life.
Silence. Silence swept the mall, as most people were deep in a peaceful slumber. However, this was soon disrupted by a shriek that echoed throughout the halls.
“C-COME QUICK!”
This scream sent many people out of bed, dashing to the source of the scene; the bakery. And once more, silent hit like a punch to the gut as the sight struck you down like lightning.

Beta was already there, a note in her hand. You presumed that it had been there with the cake before you had arrived in the first place. She gave a light hearted giggle that resembled that of a small child’s, before reading the note out for all to hear. And it was just as you had feared.
“Yes, this is the body. Deal with it. Huhuhuhu! Time to look around, kiddies! You know the drill. Get it wrong, and you die. Ahahahaha!”
And with that, she left, leaving you with this monstrous cake. Where… Who… The scarf. The scarf was the only proof.
Spencer England was no more.
(Art by Rhea!)
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Money? What the hell? || Katsumi || Motive Reaction || Open
A few days after the trial, Katsumi finally got ahold of herself. She forced herself to move on, but oh look another motive. Katsumi stared at the robot. He expected us to kill for money? No one would be stupid enough to kill for money right? I mean sure Katsumi had her share of financial problems, but she isn’t going to take a life to solve that. That’s just fucking sick. Katsumi glanced over at the others. “Anyone want to check the new floor with me?” Her fist was uncontrollably clenched and kept fidgeting, kind of like a tick. Maybe a part of her hasn’t gotten through the pain? Eef.
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Katsumi inserts 5 coins in the machine. There's no other use for them so might as well right?
Orange Soda- A bottle of orange soda. It’s still cold and fizzing, and looks right out of the refrigerator.
Cupcake Pillow - It's a giant pillow shaped like a cupcake. It smells vaguely like vanilla.
Broken Fleur-de-lys: A broken key-chain with the symbol of the French monarchy crumbled there. It is said to represent light, purity of spirit and perfection. Is this a bad signal?
Night-vision Goggles - Wow, you can see in the dark with these goggles! Or, you could, if you had the batteries for it.
Dog Biscuit Cookbook - A cookbook with recipes for all kinds of dog biscuits. Honestly, most humans would probably like them, too.
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Ouch. | Thesis | Reaction Starter
After listening to the new motive, Thesis looked pretty..iffy about this. I mean-really, who would kill over- Thesis suddenly gave a stare at Eli. It's not like he knew his talent, but Thesis just had a bad feeling. Or maybe it was Iwao. Not like he'd ever talk to him. Ever. But, there WAS a chance. After that little stare, he looked at the money.
"...I-I think the only thing that died here i-is you're c-creativity."
That..was incredibly rude. But they, at least didn't MURDER two people. Money was always a somewhat of a problem for Thesis, but he'd manage some way or another. But he wouldn't kill for money. Would he..?....No.
Just another clog in the murder machine.
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Rich Man’s World
What was once a large group of 21 had slowly dropped down to 13. Almost a week had passed since Mia, Chiyo and Lykos’ deaths, Gamma and Beta hadn’t been seen much since that day. The slight hope they were gone, and the deaths would finally end was interrupted by a voice echoing on the speakers throughout the mall, Gamma’s voice this time.
“Alright you little twerps, head to the camping store immediately! We have a surprise.” The announcement cut off while the thoughts of whatever the surprise remained. Reluctantly, you made your way toward the camping store. Once everyone had arrived, Gamma placed two large backpacks down on a table and opened one. Money. It was filled with money.
“It’s gotten rather boring with the lack of death around here, so… It’s time to change that. These bags both contain around... Fifteen million yen each. Should you murder a classmate and finally succeed in dropping the remaining student count drastically… Well, I’m sure it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what you’ll receive.”
“We look forward to seeing whichever one of you idiots cave first.” With his little speech over, Gamma picked up both backpacks and left. Would one of your peers really murder someone else for money? The answer was obvious, but that wasn’t something you wanted to think about right now.
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all is well; it's only blood | altair | closed for caren
The last few days, perhaps understandably, had been boring. Maybe it was simply the lack of energy after the trial, or maybe there weren't enough people left alive to stir up some activity. Either way, it seemed incredibly depressing.
Altair hadn't even really bothered to explore the new areas that had been unlocked, as it seemed pretty pointless; he didn't spend much time outside of his room anyway, even before, and he saw little to no reason as to why that would change now. Instead, he did as usual and sat around in his room, fiddling a bit with one of his necklaces in complete and utter boredom. What was there to do? Not like he had anyone to talk to anymore. With a rough flick of his fingers, the sharp edge of his sun-shaped necklace scraped across his palm, leaving a (relatively light) cut, drawing some blood. Without much thought, he felt himself space out a bit; shaking lightly, he barely noticed himself repeat the motion- He couldn't stop it, as his wrist flicked and his hand dripped with blood from the three additional cuts that were there when he could gather himself up again.
With a sigh, he got up. Damn it. They weren't really deep cuts, sure, but they bled like hell and it'd be dumb to let them go untreated, in the case of an infection or something. So with a bit of hesitation, as he'd really just prefer to stay where he was, he headed out, towards the infirmary.
As he arrived, stepped inside; he couldn't but notice the presence of another. He should've known she was there, as she had been for a while, he assumed, but he'd not given her much thought. A bit of scrambling around the place without any trace of finding the supplies he needed (probably because he was complete trash at searching), though, and he prompted to approach the girl.
" ...Hey, chick. Y'know where they got the, hm, bandages? I... Need 'em. "
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