Saviour

Encounter

   Servant hums, walking into the main building of Hope's Peak Academy. It's utterly thrilling, being in the same place of the Killing School Life, filled with amazing amounts of both Hope and Despair. He had devotedly watched every broadcast and was immediately thrilled when Makoto Naegi, the Ultimate Hope, took down the Ultimate Despair, their leader, Junko Enoshima.

   His sworn enemy is finally dead, crushed under a heavy block. How thrilling. How despairing. 

   Servant considers himself a servant to creating despair and inspiring hope. In order to create even more hope, he would gladly spread despair and help however he could. That's his only purpose in the world now, the only thing that matters about him. Nothing else does, not his past, not his identity, not even his name. He calls himself Servant because that's all he is and ever will be now, really. 

   He can't resist letting out a giggle, clutching the handle of the bag of medical supplies even tighter. Now he would never forget her and soon she would always be a part of him. He would always have a piece of despair a part of him. This is his rebirth. Servant plans to salvage whatever he can and add it to himself by whatever means necessary. If he recalls correctly, a part of her left arm came out of the flattening mostly unharmed. Hopefully it would still be there.

   Oh how fun this would be! 

   He stalled as he passed by the Nurse's office. This is where he would perform the procedure. After all, what better place than here?

   Servant twists the doorknob, finding it to be unlocked. He strides in, setting the bag on the table, figuring he'd drop this off here first before retrieving what he came here for.

   But to his shock, someone is there already.

   On the floor fast asleep clutching tight to a rather-dull blade, is a brunet boy in a wrinkled Reserve-Course uniform.

   The frown on his face is immediate. He was under the impression that all of the Reserve-Course students died in that mass suicide. So what was this boy doing alive?

   Servant crouches down right in front of him, getting a close examination. Yes, he was definitely out like a light. He must be taking shelter here and had this weapon here for self-defense. Not that it would really do anything now; Servant could easily end him right here right now.

   And yet. . .he has several questions for this boy. And once the boy has hope that Servant is going to help him, he'll smite him and fill him with despair. 

   Servant idly glances around the room, eyes falling on an old, dirty rope. He didn't want this boy to wake up and get away before he could speak to him while he was down in the Trial Room, so it would have to do.

   He picks up the rope and drapes it around the boy several times before tying it in the back so he can't reach it. Somehow, call it luck or something, the boy doesn't wake up, he doesn't even stir. Such a deep sleeper, this one is. 

   Servant stands back up and lets out a sigh. He then decides he can't very well cut it off in front of the boy; his screams would probably wake the Reserve up. But then again it would be quite amusing to do it in front of him. . .

   Servant grabs the medical bag off of the bed and whistles as he departs from the Nurse's Office, shutting the door behind him. He heads down to the Trial Room, the place he considered the 'birth of the Ultimate Hope.' 

   And right there, exactly where it had been left, was Junko's mangled body, squished and destroyed beyond recognition. The original Ultimate Despair is truly dead.