~DANGANRONPA 1, 2, & V3 SPOILERS~
The killing game is done, but now what is everyone going to do?
What if, in the events after Danganronpa V3, everyone all moved into the suburbs together? And more, what if there were guiding figures there to save e...
I was in a killing game. I had a plan to kill the mastermind and end the game, but it didn't work. The last thing I remember was being pulled by the neck, strung up and hanged in front of my friends- my only friends - who had no choice but to stand and watch the girl who thought she could help everyone slowly choke to death.
But now I'm here. Alone, laying down in a hospital bed, hooked up to some weird machine, and stuck in a cold concrete room with no windows.
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Nice to meet... me.
I rose up, pulling off my oxygen mask. That's when I noticed something peculiar wrapped around my neck - a neck brace. I pressed down on it, immediately recoiling in pain. I wasn't dreaming, that "killing game" really happened and I really was hanged. So why wasn't I dead?
This had to be some kind of trick. I had to get out of here, immediately. I lurched out of bed and hobbled to the door, as if my body had forgotten how to walk. Worn out, I leaned up against the door handle. I paused for a second. What if someone was outside?
I pressed my ear up to the door. There were two people talking. A man and a woman, I think.
"Is she gonna be okay?"
"I think so. She might need some time, though. She was in a pretty rough spot when I pulled her out."
"Would it be okay to check on her?"
"She was still unconscious the last time I checked, but if you want to, go on ahead."
They were talking about me! Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming closer. Crap! I frantically looked around the room. No windows, no vents, the only way in or out would be through the door. The handle began to turn. I simply sat where I was on the floor.
Maybe they're here to help?
Even I didn't believe that. If there's one thing I've learned from the killing game, it's that you should always be prepared for the worst.
The door creaked open, and in walked a man. A short guy, with scruffy brown hair, and a green jacket with some kind of suit coat over it. He looked down at me, his eyes wide. I guess he didn't expect to see me on the floor. Nervous, I held my hand up to him.
"H-Hi, I'm Kaede Akamatsu."
The man grabbed my hand and helped pull me up off the floor, resting his other hand against my back so that I wouldn't fall.
"Hi, Kaede. I'm Makoto Naegi."
He looked me in the eyes and flashed a warm smile.
