"Because somehow we're a threat." Kyofu sounded anxious.
                          
"But why do it themselves?" Toshiro wondered. "Why not use Monokuma to stop us?"
                          
"Maybe they can't?" I tried.
                          
"Maybe they don't want to." My eyes flicked to the Rogue. "Maybe they finally want to be the one doing something."
                          
The creeping feeling came back to me. "But we've hardly done anything."
                          
Toshiro looked bitter. "I guess our little talks didn't go unnoticed."
                          
"It's all going to get harder from here." It struck me once again. How tired Kyofu looked.
                          
"There's something else." I groaned at Toshiro's words. "Have you guys noticed the changes?"
                          
Kyofu nodded but I shook my head. 
                          
Toshiro looked at me knowingly. "After the trial, Monokuma didn't give us a memory."
                          
I gasped. I hadn't even noticed.
                          
"And nothing new has opened up." Kyofu added. "The wall hasn't moved."
                          
"There's nothing?" I was shocked. I had grown so accustomed to the order of things that the sudden change was unsettling. "What does that mean?"
                          
Toshiro was pale. "That's it?"
                          
Kyofu wasn't convinced. "If that's it then what are we still doing here? What are we waiting for?"
                          
"What's the end game?" I tried to understand. I wasn't sure if Monokuma and the Despair wanted this to continue until there was one survivor.
                          
"And what can we do about it?" Toshiro was determined, a hard look in his eyes. 
                          
Kyofu puzzled. "Even if we discover who's working with Monokuma, what could we do about it?"
                          
I shook my head in question.
                          
"They have Monokuma on their side- who can shoot whoever he wants whenever he wants!" He crossed his arms. "Not to mention the executions." It looked as though it pained him to say the very word.
                          
The weight of our situation crushed me with new found strength. No I hadn't thought past the act of finding the mastermind. He was right. There was nothing we could do. "With Monokuma on their side we'll never win." Win. There I was, talking about it like this was what Monokuma had called it. A game.
                          
"I'm still wondering about the lack of a memory." Toshiro admitted. "Monokuma is happy to return horrible memories to us, why stop now?"
                          
I frowned. "He probably doesn't have another one. Think about it, the last memory we got was a jumbled mess of a lot of horrible things." I shivered remembering the hundreds of bodies lying in the streets. "I don't think getting horrible memories back matters anymore." In other words, life here was now horrible enough that we didn't need an outside source for despair. 
                          
"What are we going to do about this?" Kyofu asked the question that hung in the back of our minds. "We can't do anything unless we get rid of Monokuma but we can't just sit here either."
                          
The room felt like it was growing smaller with each passing question. I glared at the walls angrily, mildly noticing the pale peach color.
                          
"The only person here who has a chance against Monokuma is Kiyoshi." Toshiro lowered himself onto a white ottoman. "He could possibly invent something that could stop Monokuma, or at least stop the weapons he's so fond of."
                          
The room stopped shrinking. "You think so? But Monokuma would know wouldn't he? I don't doubt he's listening to us right now."
                          
Kyofu rubbed his head as if he had a headache. "He already knows we're a threat so whatever we do would have to be fast."