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.
“We need a key,” Makoto said.
Makoto’s blood turned to ice. Because he recognized that voice. Danganronpa.Trigger.Happy.Havoc-HI2U
“You’re going to wear yourself out,” she said, sitting across from him. Makoto sat up
The monitor went black.
That night, Makoto couldn’t sleep. He sat in the cafeteria alone, staring at the crystal swan. Kyoko found him there at 2 AM. He touched its wing, then stood
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.