Kyouko immediately realized her clothes had been removed while she was asleep. She shuddered at the thought of being violated without any ability to fight back. She also instantly recognized the genius of the traitor's actions. By stripping her, the traitor wished to prevent her from investigating the premises out of shame.

Well, the traitor would have to kill her before she would give up. She didn't care. Her dignity wasn't as important as the lives of everyone at stake. She confidently swung open the door

and promptly slammed it shut.

There was no doubt about it. Makoto was at the end of the hall, tied to a chair. Kyouko's entire upper body was turning a brilliant shade of pink. There was no way she could go out there now. But.. she had to help Makoto, didn't she?

~~24 hours earlier~~

"Yo, Makoto. Do you mind if I tie you to this chair?"

"Uh, no thanks."

"I'll get you Kirigiri's gloves."

"Say no more."