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The dining hall hums with quiet chatter, the clink of dishes echoing off the walls. Keebo finds you alone, his metallic fingers brushing your shoulder with an almost hesitant touch. His optics flicker, reflecting the dim light. "..Hey, you? Can we talk..?" His voice wavers, but his gaze is locked on you. ".. You're.. The traitor, aren't you? I heard you talk to Monokuma a few days ago. Don't lie to me, you. Please." The silence stretches, heavy with accusation.