As of Friday, Week Five there are some additional papers with her things. She cleaned up and organized the mess so they aren't difficult to find. They appear to be a stack of letters.

Some of them were addressed to her -- Mako's, Elaine's, Oda's and Leon's letters to her are all there and they look like she's taken good care of them. But there's... more. It appears she wrote some herself in the case of... well. The worst.

[After the trial, this is eventually finished, with the same forced handwriting she used on his name. Nice as she can make it.]

Explaining everything that happened in Starfield Penitentiary is nearly impossible. But I know you'll understand if I tell you that it bears many resemblances to our time in Hope's Peak Academy while Junko Enoshima was the one controlling it. Four weeks have passed and with each came another murder, as you would expect.

You would think that having survived once, I could have done something to prevent this. To mitigate the pointless death. But instead of being able to save anyone, I was the one who ended up being saved. But that's not exactly something I can be happy about. That should have been my job. But instead I just ended up being a burden.

The Future Foundation was probably always out of my league. I'm not the right person. So this is my formal resignation. I'm sure you'll take care of it.

[More awkwardly than the rest--]

Thank you. For everything.

[It seems to cut off oddly, like she wasn't able to entirely finish it-- although there's space between there and the bottom of the page like maybe she thinks she add to it later. At the end though she signs her name.]

- Touko Fukawa

To the survivors of the Hope's Peak killing game,

This is going to sound like one of Hagakure's conspiracy theories, but I got revived by aliens and thrown into a space prison (most likely for murdering someone). Touko was there too, and there's a good chance she'll be the one to bring you this. She told me about Junko and what happened to the other dead classmates. It was hard to believe at first, but apperently space prison screws with your memory and now I remember most of my time at school, including my first year actually being a student there.

Anyway, we got attacked by space pirates and if you got this letter I wasn't able to make it back with Touko. I figured I should take some time while I'm still breathing to write a will in case my stuff survived whatever Junko did to everything. I didn't get a scholarship to Hope's Peak for being the Ultimate Lawyer, so this is gonna be informal. Sorry.

I, Leon Kuwata, being of sound mind and body, do hereby divide my stuff as follows:

To Yasuhiro Hagakure, you can have my earrings. It doesn't sound like much, but some of them are pure silver and could be worth a lot of money. If the economy's still the same way as before whatever Junko did, I guess this'll help with that debt of yours.

To Aoi Asahina, I'm sorry to hear your friend Sakura died. If you would like something to remember us by, I think there might be a photo album full of memories. Of better times before this mess. That picture of me roughhousing with Mondo and Chihiro somehow made it into space prison, and just having it there in my cell gives me a bit of comfort. If you can find the rest, they're yours to keep.

[This section appears different than the others. There is a large portion that's just. Blacked out. Fiercely.]

To Byakuya Togami, I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is Touko managed to find another boyfriend. The bad news is that new boyfriend kind of turned into a powerful vampire at one point. Not that she really seems to care, but I think it would be better if you knew. If you still want something physical, you are welcome to have the Baseball Uniform I used to wear in middle school. Since I was the star player on that team, I guess it would make a great conversation piece you can frame up and hang on the wall.

[This appears to be the end of the edits.]

To Kyoko Kirigiri, I'm not sure what to give you. You were one of those no-nonsense girls in the class who didn't take anyone's shit. I think I might have dated someone like you at one point... Anyway, I think you might like that electric guitar that I got from the Monomono machine. It's sitting in the dorm. Sorry I couldn't think of anything better to remember me by.

To Makoto Naegi... Your talent turned out to be really handy, you know? Saved your ass in the end. I'm really bummed out about not being able to keep that promise. I was so looking forward to playing baseball with you when we escaped that hell of a school. There should be a baseball in my room somewhere. Hopefully one that isn't covered in blood. You can practice with it if you want, or just keep it on a shelf. It's yours now. Betcha can't pitch a ball at 160 Km/hr!

I already told Touko what she could have in the note I gave her. I also wrote a note for my cousin, Kanon Nakajima, on the pff chance that she's still alive out there. She's not gonna take the news of my death well, she loved me too much (maybe to the point where it got creepy). Please look after her for me.

I really miss the good old days where all I had to worry about was being popular and worrying about replacing baseball with music. Now that I think of it, I could do both. You can only be an athlete for so long, so becoming a rock star after retiring from sports would have been the best. Too bad it's too late for me now. If I could take it all back, if I didn't end up falling for Monokuma's tricks... Hell, if I knew what Junko was up to sooner, I wouldn't be writing this. Hope you're still going strong in the world you've escaped to.

It was fun while it lasted. Goodbye.

I saw more... more of Towa City. There are a group of psychotic kids working with the Monokuma to kill all of the adults in Towa City. They made this awful broadcast to the whole damn city. They were laughing and fooling around while people were dying. And they know exactly what they're doing. According to Komaru they're forcing her to play some stupid game. At the very least it's clear they can't be trusted. They have to be stopped. They might be brats but working together they've amassed enough power to do so much damage. There's no going easy on them.

But I still don't know what's happened to Master Byakuya. That doesn't mean anything's wrong! No news can be good news. There's no way he'd let himself be outsmarted by a bunch of damn kids.