Carlos had left the auditorium. He watched as hordes of students moved into either the library or the kitchen. To keep to himself, he headed to the dormitory. Noticing someone go inside one of the rooms, he decided to scan the doors for his own name. Noticing what was supposed to be his room, he slipped inside and turned on the light. Just as Monokuma said, it was unlocked and ready to go. 

...But the only thing of note was none other than the toolkit. That was it? Really? The bear seemed more interested in using blunt objects to maim each other than using other situations. How... barbaric.

He stepped back out of the room and went back into the dormitory lobby, sitting down in one of the chairs and musing quietly to himself. This was for real. It was just hitting him. It was for real and the only thing that was keeping him from freedom was how wrong it would be to kill another.

~

Ryan prodded at one of the pieces from the dead Monokuma in the auditorium with his foot. It felt like fur but was also hard like metal. Maybe it was metal covered in fur? He didn't know. All he knew was, his nerves was shot. He was nervous beyond belief to begin with, but this had made everything entirely worse. 

Breathe in. Breathe out. He sat down on the floor and stared at the remaining cardboard cutouts of an audience. It was simplistic but reminded him that this really was a game to Monokuma. He stood up and nodded.

"I'm going to stay steady," he told himself, nodding once. With that, he picked up one of the pieces of the bear's remains with...

"Upupupupu!"

"Aaaah!" Ryan stumbled backwards, "Wh-what the hell was that for?!"

"Oh, I just saw that you were being jittery," the creature replied, before sauntering off. It was then that Ryan decided he absolutely hated bears.