>Still, she didn’t pick up her pace and kept hesitantly looking around.<
Masami: Everything should be fine, let’s just go. We won.
Masami: Unless you are planning on backstabbing me at the finish line, that is.
Gina: How funny. You are not that special.
Masami: Har har. Now start walking or I’ll carry you out the front door.
Masami: I don’t want to give Monokuma the time to come up with a new death game for two while we are trying to get through the exit.
Gina: …
<<zoom to vault door>>
Masami: Wait, the vault door… It’s not open.
Gina: So it seems.
Masami: But that doesn’t make sense! So far we have opened one lock per two deceased. All seven locks should be open by now.
>In desperation I tried the vault handle. I wasn’t exceptionally strong, but I doubted even a weightlifter could open this door whether it was held shut by one or dozen locks.<
Gina: Rather than using your energy by tearing at the 700kg door-
Masami: I wasn’t trying to brute force it.
Gina: Anyway, I would suggest you spare a glance at the reception desk. It appears the staff has given us one last gift.
Masami: The reception desk?
<<zoom to gun>>
Masami: A paper and…
Masami: … That’s a gun.
Gina: A revolver, in fact. Such an old fashioned choice of firearm. Though, I appreciate the aesthetic. How pretty.
Masami: I don’t like this. Why is it here?
>I took the paper from the table and briskly unfolded it.<
- Congratulations on reaching the final part of the game!-
- Unfortunately, no one remembers a silver medalist.-
- Let’s round up the game with a match of our favorite luck game! Russian roulette should be simple enough.-
- Now then, ladies first!-
-Staff-
Masami: Russian roulette… Are you kidding me?
Masami: This can’t be part of the game. This wasn’t in the rules!
Masami: I know the winning condition hasn’t been met but-
Gina: It’s rigged.
Masami: What?
>Gina had picked up the revolver from the table and without better judgement, opened the cylinder for inspection.<
Gina: It’s rigged.
Masami: ... “Ladies first.”
Masami: The cylinder is full, isn't it?
>Gina let out a tired sigh. Her shoulders slumping heavily from disappointment.<
Gina: I got so far.
Gina: I don’t know what led me to believe the outcome would be any different.
Gina: This is such a waste of resources as well.
Masami: Gina, put the revolver down. If the game is rigged, you don’t have to play. The rules won’t matter then.
Gina: Let it rest.
Gina: Like any of it matters.
Masami: What do you mean?
>She didn’t answer.<
>Instead, she absentmindedly fiddled with the cylinder before locking it in place.<
>Then she spun the cylinder for the hell of it before raising the revolver’s barrel against her very own temple.<
>She looked resigned. Though I couldn’t help but notice the slight glint of fear in her eyes.<
