The face of the figure is no one but the supposable dead Junko Enoshima,equipped with a big Monokuma like grin staring at him, the super highschool le...vel (un)lucky student, he starts speaking to the girl " bu..butyou're supposed to be dead how are you alive" the super high schoollevel gyaru responds " don't worry your pretty little head about that,NOW BE QUIET" putting a Monokuma gag in his mouth to keep him quiet.The chair reclines upwards revealing a screen that has the Monokuma faceon it. Next day i saw her on terrace and walked up to her and said hi, she wasnt annoyed with day before’s incident and smiled with same intensity. we talked about lot of general stuff and i found her quite kiddish, she was 18 then but looked 15.She told me that she lives here with her cousin who is working , she told that she is from gujarat and is here to prepare for some entrance. We used to meet to daily on terrace and talk. We became real good friends, she told me about her doctor parents who. . stop ... it's totaled. Find a dealer and call me."I walked out and noticed an old wrecker hooked up to the engine and the biggest indian I'd ever seen was jerking the engine, trans and transfer case out ... nothing unbolted ... just tore it out. If a wire hung up he cut it ... damn big bowie knife ... looked sharp too.Well ... if it wasn't totaled before ... it sure was now.He saw me looking, grinned and waved.Of course I waved back.All that rust water? I was never so glad I looked like an. She grinned at me and made motions with her lips and mouth that confirmed she was on to me and was putting me on a promise if I was a good boy and minded my manners.I already knew her absent husband was in the merchant marine and spent a lot of time in places like Alaska and as far away as Russia delivering loads of exports that made those ships sail real low in the water and roll dangerously when the wind was high. For some reason she had confided in me that he was a sailor and loved to do it.