Ouma's POV:

I colored a sheet of paper, it's fun drawing pictures for my logbook now, it makes it look more cartoony sure, but it's less likely they will really read what I write inside it to its full capacity. I don't know what happened to Maiko but after the attack, she stopped coming.

No one comes into my room, except for the food that's brought in and medication that's supposed to help me recover, it's not that bad the quiet and silence, just boring maybe but nothing I'm not used to...I glanced back at the letter that was delivered yesterday.

I didn't know what to do with that yet, it had horrible handwriting, even worse than my own, and while I myself have learned to spell better and even more words thanks to the other me (wow so he does have his uses), this one...

I didn't want to read it, so instead, I folded it as carefully as I could...I never excelled at origami, I usually always needed scissors by the end to get what I wanted which apparently isn't socially acceptable...but...there we go.

The letter was now a paper crane, it looked like some kind of decoration...it almost made me smile. Wonder if I should make more of these? At least it would give me something to do.

I put it back in a drawer.

I had a feeling who it was from, and I don't want to see them. I'm not hiding...just...what am I going to do...? It's only a matter of time...they will make me see him...I don't want to see him...I don't want to see that look on his face...

I can't believe it, I'm scared of a letter.

If my organization could see the state I'm in they would probably cry, but hey they can't...they won't ever see me...because they're his friends...they won't ever go in looking for me, I wonder what they even think of that idiot, putting himself into a game like this.

Were they supportive? Maybe sad? I don't know...maybe he didn't even tell them what he was going to do...that he was going to enter this game. Maybe they don't even watch Danganronpa and just think their friend abandoned them, that would be preferable.

I don't feel like seeing them...I don't feel like seeing anyone. It's boring, that's what it was, the routine was too mundane...I think I'm losing my mind. It's horrible...I took a peek at my journal and pulled it out with a pen.

Day Number ???

I don't know what day I'm even on anymore, I stopped counting, things have changed so much...with the attack, I finally got a glimpse into what the world outside looks like, and a revelation about my condition, the problem is what that might mean for me.

They attacked the hospital for a reason, there's something in here that they either want or it's the fact the outside world must want to kill us, it's a dangerous position I might be in when it comes to my plan, with my face having broadcasted to the world.

What do they want? What exactly is their objective? It doesn't seem like this attack was anything new, apart from the clearing of the bodies none of the staff don't seem to shake up, except the younger-looking ones which I suspect this must be a first for them.

But if this is a common occurrence then that only makes me question it further, why? WHY is this place being attacked so often? There seems to have been no one taken from my ward unless you count the deaths, but when I returned to my room it was ransacked as if people were searching for something...or someone.

None of the other rooms seems to be as damaged as the patient rooms, so that can only mean one thing...they want us. They either want to kill us or something else, so...what should I do?

In my current state even with regaining the control of my arm, I am virtually powerless, it's such a bitter feeling, I need to depend on these people for my survival yet for all I know everyone from my game has died or any other patient here.

If they are dead...if someone from my game is dead...would they even tell me? It seems the staff is taking bets on who from our season will go insane or become a permanent resident, it concerns me...what if that's what's my fate if I can't get this idiot out of my head? 

I need to take advantage of my mind while it is still mine...I'm getting weaker...it's not paralysis, thank god, but every day it's getting harder to wake up, it's getting harder to do my daily activities...it's not a sickness I don't believe, I just feel tired...I always need to sleep for some reason...and when I wake up in the morning, I find marks on my arms, nail marks. Bruises, little cuts...it's concerning.

What is happening to me...?

And what happens if I don't wake up?

I don't dare tell a doctor about this, it would be stupid honestly...I have the element of surprise that I can't afford to sacrifice...but if the symptoms continue to spread I may be forced to if it comes to surprise vs my life, this isn't the game...I'm not the person who sacrificed my life for a greater purpose...

I won't be getting a second chance at life again. So I need to do all that I can...before it's too late...he's quiet as well, the other me, it's almost peaceful having my mind to myself, but I'm wondering if he still is hiding things from me.

More than just the reason why I joined the game in the first place, or why Saihara joined. 

Saihara, now that's another problem on its own. I don't know what to do about him. Don't think I ever will know what to do about him.

It's best not to repeat history if I can.

I looked at the piece of paper in my hands and put down my pen, ripping the page again I folded it into a little paper crane as I looked around my windowless room before stuffing it inside my pillowcase yet again.

Wonder if he would like one of these paper cranes.

Wonder if I ever will see him again.