Danganronpa: Until Proven Guilty

Intermission - 2: Anonymous?

"You played the wrong announcement?"
I hold my head in my hands, combing through my hair as I try to process the utter stupidity, the idiocy.
"I-I'm sorry!" The man protests, his voice still as grainy as ever from the handbook microphone. I sigh as I lean back in my chair, frustration flowing through my veins. That was risky. Too risky.
"How?" I groan, "What was going through your brain?"
"I really am sorry!" He repeats, that thick accent still ever so prevalent, "P-please, boss. Forgive me."
I sigh, "Don't you know what you've done? We look weak, careless even. We can't hold that reputation amongst them, we're strong."
"I-I know," He mumbles, his words muffled slightly by his accent. Though not impossible for me to register his words, "I-I really am sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen. I-I can't see very well."
I toss my handbook onto my desk, gazing at the project lying on my bedside table. Light green fabric sewn into a circle. Only the bare-bones, though I can already picture the final result in my head.
"B-boss," The man says again, voice shaky, "A-about the girl's handbook. It has the all-access key, c-correct? W-what if another participant were to discover it."
The thought had never crossed my mind, as I peer at the metallic device glinting in my pocket. As I turn it on, the screen lights up with all of her information, and the little red tag reading 'Priority Student'. The same tag as in mine.
This one device allows access to any room in the school. Every door, every nook and cranny. Every document. And yet she only used it on the locker rooms. A foolish girl, perhaps setting herself up for her own death.
"B-boss?" The man's voice snaps me out of my daze, as I try to readjust to the world outside of my thoughts.
"Hm?" I lean back in my chair, relieving the tense air from my chest, "Oh, about Yashira's handbook. It would be foolish to keep it on me. I'll make sure it's out of bounds, okay? No one will be able to access it."
"She was a stupid girl," He says, "Impulsive. Overthrown by anger."
I shake my head as if he can somehow see me, "Something tells me she was a little smarter than she let on. Impulsive, correct. Though she was rather calculating in some aspects."
"H-how so?" He croaks.
"Well," I begin, "I believe she knew what she was doing the moment she hears about Aina's family. It was a calculated move, and she had everything planned thoroughly. Her downfall was the execution."
"Wh-whatever you say," The man whimpers, "I-I should go. It's late."

I remain silent, sinking into my leather desk chair as if it could just swallow me whole. I almost want it to, to let it consume me and wrap its arms around me.
"G-goodbye?" He says, as if he wants me to exchange pleasantries before he scurries back into his little cave. Though I don't comply, merely hanging up the phone as the room falls into silence.

Sighing, I scroll through my handbook. One by one, they're falling down. Picked off like cherries on a tree, only to be discarded like the hard stones beneath.
Twelve students remain.
And soon it shall be none.