Danganronpa Zero

Section Eight

The moment I opened my eyes, I found myself in a bright, white room.

It felt like I had reborn.

I, the new, reborn Ryouko Otonashi, woke up with a renewed sense of vigor as I stretched my body out, getting out of bed.

Turning my gaze to the window, the sun's light filled the white room with its brilliant light from between the curtains, signifying the morning's rays.

It appears that I fell asleep at some point. Being forgetful, I couldn't even remember the time I fell asleep- "Ah."

At that moment, I felt light rush in from the back of my eyes. An image conceived itself within my head. Underground facility.

Preparatory Department.

Monokuma.

A sudden flashback. Definitely an unfamiliar experience.

Could this be, my memory?

I immediately ran through my itching conscious.

It felt like I could remember something but at the same time I couldn't remember it. It came off like a natural sensation, yet at the same time I was embraced with bewilderment.

What is this? What happened to me?

Frightened with puzzlement and unsettlement, I shakily looked around the room. Doing so, I found my backpack sitting by my pillow. I hurriedly rummaged through it, and as I thought, there it was. The Ryouko Otonashi Notebook.

First things first, I need to remember where I am.

I paged through the notebook to see if I could recall anything about the room.

Um, this is the Neurology Laboratory.

"Ha, thank goodness."

Upon remembering that, I let out a sigh of relief.

Wait, but where's Matsuda-kun?

Right away I looked around the room I once more, but I couldn't catch sight of his appearance anywhere. "Matsuda-kun..."

As I looked towards my notebook, I remembered something important.

Speaking of him, I haven't received treatment from him for a while.

Now I know why my head's been getting all funky lately. If that's so, I need to get treatment from Matsuda-kun as soon as possible!

The moment I was enveloped by that impatience, something interrupted.

rustle rustle

I heard a strange sound.

It sounded like it was coming from under the bed I was sitting on. I ran through my itchy conscience once again. Someone's voice repeated itself in my head.

Um, why are you under my bed?

Mental concentration for facing irritation.

Once I remembered that conversation, this time I energetically peeked under the bed.

"Matsuda-kun?"

Then, our eyes met.

I met eyes with the individual lurking under the bed.

But returning my gaze was an unfamiliar girl.

"Uh, who are you?"

Without thinking, I brought out that question. The girl, now on her back, shot back with a curt response. "Do you think you could move from there? You're in my way."