“You keep saying that,” said Toko Fukawa, the Ultimate Writing Prodigy, hugging a tattered book to her chest. “But you haven’t found anything yet, have you? You’re just a rich boy with a big mouth.”
Before anyone could respond, the monitor on the wall crackled to life. Monokuma’s face appeared—half white, half black, the red eye glowing.
“It is now 7 AM. Good morning, ultimates! Get up, get moving, and get killing! Puhuhuhu!” Danganronpa.Trigger.Happy.Havoc-HI2U
“We have two locked doors on the third floor,” she said without looking up. “One leads to the art room. The other… the data processing lab.”
“I don’t remember her,” Makoto whispered. “You keep saying that,” said Toko Fukawa, the
The hallway was dim. Fluorescent lights flickered. The air smelled of dust and old wiring. Kyoko stopped in front of the data processing lab. The door was thick, industrial, with a card reader.
“Ooh, snoopy snoopy! You found the memorial room! Give yourselves a gold star!” Monokuma’s face appeared—half white, half black, the red
“Here’s a freebie,” Monokuma continued, his voice dropping to something almost sincere. “This killing game has happened before. And Junko? She’s the reason you’re all here. But don’t worry! You’ll remember her soon. Right before you die!”
