A terribly cold noise scraped against the eardrums.Krrrk, static...Shuichi Saihara swallowed a breath he couldn't control while pressing the play button on the dusty cassette player. In Oma's darkened room, over the ownerless chessboard, the mechanical and sharp tone of the Vocaloid Teto began to echo like a ghost.‘I just have to pretend to reflect anyway, right?’ ⭐️It was the monologue of Kokichi Oma, who would have self-deprecated alone in this room every night, and a testament woven with the world's most cruel irony.The detective, who always pursued only the truth, finally realized only after reaching the 'wreckage of a perfect lie' that the boy had thrown his whole body to complete. That the smile of the Supreme Leader, who had deceived and provoked him at every turn, was actually a desperate SOS sent out saying, "Please break my mask and save me."Saihara slowly picked up Oma's old checkered scarf and wrapped it around his wrist like a bandage. In the eyes of the detective who used to dig for the truth, the cold poker face of the Supreme Leader he had loathed so much began to deeply infect him.“...Did you say you were sorry for not being honest, Oma-kun?”The door leading to the final class trial opened. Now it was the detective's turn to wear the mask.