Monokuma tilted his head. “Who indeed? Maybe she’s the 16th student. Maybe she’s the first victim. Maybe she’s standing behind you right now!”
“No,” Kyoko replied. She knelt and produced a lockpick from her boot. “We need patience.”
The group split. Makoto, Kyoko, and a reluctant Yasuhiro Hagakure (Ultimate Clairvoyant, though his predictions had a 30% accuracy rate at best) took the left staircase to the third floor. Danganronpa.Trigger.Happy.Havoc-HI2U
“Who is Junko Enoshima?” Makoto demanded.
“Big deal,” grunted Mondo Owada, the Ultimate Biker Gang Leader, slamming his fist on a table. “More rooms, more places to get stabbed. What’s the point?” Monokuma tilted his head
The monitor went black.
By 9 AM, the surviving fourteen had gathered in the cafeteria. Kyoko Kirigiri, the Ultimate Detective, stood apart from the group, her lavender hair spilling over the collar of her black gothic suit. She was already flipping through a notebook, pencil scratching. Maybe she’s the first victim
Makoto sat up. His room was a sterile cube: bed, desk, private bathroom, a single wall-mounted monitor. On the desk sat his most prized possession—Sayaka’s gift, a small crystal swan. He touched its wing, then stood.
Makoto looked up. “Two missing students.”
Makoto spun. No one was there.