Danganronpa: Into Code (Fanganronpa) (Discontinued)

Prolouge: Argument

I walked out of the library and continued searching. I walked past a party room and heard someone yelling. I opened the door to see what was going on. I immediately ducked as a gun got thrown out the door.

"God dammit, you almost hit her!" A voice said. They ran over and picked up the gun. "Sorry about that. It's just that idiot thought it'd be a good idea to piss me off," they said. It was a girl with yellow clothing and a cowboy hat. "It's alright," I said in a small voice, staring at the gun. The girl noticed this and assured me that it was a toy gun and that it wasn't real. "Anyway what's your name?" She asked. "I-I'm Kuro...Ultimate Coder," I said. Her face turned a bit sour and glared at the other person who was also inside the party room. It was a boy with aqua green hair and green glasses. "Almost similar to his talent," she said.

The boy grinned and said, "I have heard of you. While you may not have been super popular like the other developers working on the minigame, you still made an impressive job Kuro Tamashi." I flinched again. "What? Did I hit a nerve?" The boy asked, poking my head. "Leave her alone," the girl said, making her hands into fists. "Geez you're so uptight. Anyway I'm Toshino Yu. They call me the Ultimate Hacker," he said. "Ultimate...Hacker?" I asked. "Yep. Apparently my hobby was good enough for me to become an Ultimate even though they had been many people with the same talent as mine but I digress," Toshino explained. He winked at me and walked away, waving goodbye. "Ugh I can't stand him. He's so...so arrogant. Who does he think he is!" The girl snapped as soon as Toshino left. She let out a sigh and turned to look at me. "Sorry I'm sure you didn't want to hear a rant from here," she apologized. "N-no no it's ok," I said.

"Oh I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Amy Chika, I'm the Ultimate Cowgirl though you probably guess that already," she tapped her hat. I let out an awkward chuckle. "So what brings you around here?" Amy asked. "I was looking for the rest of the class," I explained. "Oh I think I saw one who just went past here," she said. "Really, great," I turned to leave but Amy grabbed my arm. "Just...be careful. I have a gut instinct about her and it's not not good," she explained. "...I'll be fine," I told her and she let go. I walked out of the party room to search for this other classmate. But one side of me...does not want to search for her. I felt very conflicted.