Notes

/me The starry night sky that seemed to illuminate the community within the dome covered place was the only source of reliable light that there was to offer to those who had chosen to wonder out. It was late enough in the night for Kaito to have completed his training with Maki and Shuichi and for them to return to their cabins, but not early enough for the morning time announcements to play out quite yet- but the perfect time for a crime to finally play out.

The ultimate inventor's lab seemed to be surprisingly neat instead of the usual mess Miu left it in. Garbage had been pushed into the trash, dirty clothes being tossed into a bag, and her tools and everything had been organized back to their original places- unlike it's usual mess, where everything but a certain table where Miu had laid out to repair Kiibo was nothing but a mess due to her carelessness. And though the inventor herself sometimes choose to stay in her lab, she wasn't there- nor in her own personalized bedroom.

In fact, the platinum haired genius was found wheeling a cart of supplies through the quiet school. One of the wheels gave the occasional little "squeak!" as she tugged it along, something that slightly agitated her- she barely managed to carry the cart full of supplies up the stairs to the 2nd floor, though managed to do so after a few tries. For once, instead of her usual look of confidence, the inventor actually seemed slightly nervous- her curls were slightly tamer then usual and she kept glancing around the empty school with an anxious look sparkling in her eye as she finally pulled up her wagon up next to a door... A door leading to a room that wasn't really visited by expect for one person- Kaede Akamatsu's ultimate lab.

Miu slowly opened the door with a loud gulp as she looked inside of the empty room- she was relieved to see that nobody was in there, despite it being so late at night most wouldn't bother showing up. She dropped her wagon of supplies off by the door, going to take a series of thin looking white strings and intertwining them between her fingers- and in no time, got to work setting up her final trap.

She had been planning a murder for quite some time. Really, at first, she was sort of scared to- she didn't want to become the victim instead of the blackened itself, and plus, putting actual effort into it was hard. She was above and beyond any sort of so called genius that crossed her path, but really, she wasn't too afraid at first.

...Until after the third trial. She noted how quickly some of her classmates were getting finished off, whether they were the blackened or the victim, and realized she could very well be next. She was at first going to use a little project she had been working on for awhile, but that fell through at last minute due to someone tampering with it- and so, she drew up a plan in her head for the perfect murder.

At first, she was going to get Kokichi. She absolutely despised the little brat and hated how he always caught her in very vulnerable moments- and, who the hell would miss him? Though, after her first plan was botched, she decided to go with another target- Shuichi. The ultimate detective had been nothing but civil and polite to her, but even she seemed to notice how he managed to fly through the damn trials with ease- so, she decided on him. Everyone would be tripping over themselves because of his death so she'd be able to get away- and finally return to the real world, where she could actually be free.

Though, for a brief few moments, she did feel a bit damn selfish. She didn't want Kiibo to get hurt- since she actually liked the robot a lot. Though he was a total tool, he was actually more nice to her then the others- meaning he actually appreciated either her boobs or her smarts, so she took it as a compliment. Though, she could just take whatever device contained his data within him and remake him- to her own pleasing- in the real world. She quickly carried on her plan after that with confidence.

And, finally, it was devised. She had managed to suspend a rather large rock up in the ceiling itself, managing to make sure that there was something within it to contain the rock so it wouldn't prematurely fall out. She attached several strings to some of the piano keys- or whatever the hell was controlling the keys itself, and found a way to release the rocks from the container and get them to all dumb on Shuichi. She hid the white strings by rising the lid up as high as she could and tilting it away so she could hide them- which made her trap damn near perfect, though she'd have to find a way to make Shuichi disoriented so he wouldn't notice. She knew he came here often to play the stupid piano for some reason, but she wasn't sure if he'd go if he wasn't feeling well- unless he was just a few steps of already being there. Maybe she'd hit him in the head or something to make him dazed. Though, that meant going unseen by him- and disposing of that stuff as well.

The ultimate inventor was now gently tapping her chin with a gloved finger as she focused her icy gaze on the room before him, obviously in thought on what to do now.