Ultimate White Lie

Prologue.

I flinch as I turn around in my bed to get the bright beam of shining light from the sun out of my face. My body started to wake itself up after that rude awakening. I drowsily stood up, Yawning to signify that I was still alive. "I hate Mondays, nothing good ever comes from them." I agitatedly mumbled to myself.

Then again it is my fault for staying up so late playing a new game I got myself called Danganronpa on a Major test day, but who can blame me? That game is amazing. The plot has got me so hooked where I kinda wonder what would happen if I was a part of the tragedy and how much could that change the plot. Would I have helped Junko, or fall into despair myself, or even become a beacon of hope? I've played the main three games since I got them from a sale for 3 in one which was pretty awesome. I've also played a few fan-made games as well. The people who made them are creative. I gotta say though, the 2nd game's characters would be the ones I would have loved to be with. Class 77-B is filled with so many interesting people. Class 78 was right behind it though.

"Welp time to start my morning routine" I sigh as I grab my uniform which is a grey t-shirt with the symbol of our college and Skinny jeans. I also wear a pair of gloves. One is colored cyan while the other is blood red. I wear them to cover a tattoo of a polar bear and it has its mouth wide open, inside the mouth was the word "escape." The tattoo is on my right hand. After getting changed I was almost ready to leave my apartment.

The next stop would be the gas station to grab breakfast to chew on while heading to campus since it's on the way there. After getting ready I headed to the door to grab two final things. One is my laptop for notes and the other is something that you don't see most people have, which is a lockpick kit.

This isn't an ordinary lockpick kit either since I asked for a custom made one which has one difference which is this one lock that comes with it. This lock has ten levels on it which just makes it harder going from 1-10. Most locksmiths and others are only able to reach the level five lock while I'm able to go to six. It's just a hobby I have since I like having the skill of knowing different ways to escape different situations. This skill differentiates from social to physical. Even if most of the time I never use it. It's nice to have this skill just in case because you never know what's going to happen. "Welp time to head out. Hehe" I whisper to myself as I lock the door.

(Timeskip to the Gas station)

I'm walking down the sidewalk to get to the gas station. It's Autumn so it is a little chilly but nothing I can't bare. Today is a sunny day with no clouds in the way, birds are chirping as well. Overall a nice day out but, it's still a Monday which makes it worse. The station is right ahead so it's time to grab some grub! I walked in and there was a loud *DING* signaling someone new entered the store.

Once inside I saw what you would expect in a gas station. There are five isles: one has candy, one is for drinks, one is for junk food, one is desserts, one is for general equipment. For the morning there is the same person I see at the register since he works here. It goes both ways since he noticed me coming in as well. This guy turned to say what the establishment told him to say to every customer with a smile,

"Hello welcome to this fine estab- oh it's just you y/n, welcome back! How's being the youngest in your medical class doing for ya?" Or started to till he realized it was me. This guy's name is Mace, a friend I had back in high school. He's a blond boy in a workers outfit. The most noticeable thing Mace has on him is the tattoo on his neck. It's a white sabertooth tiger face with its mouth open. Inside the mouth is a single word "escape."

That had a deep meaning for our friend group since everyone has a tattoo of some animal with the words "escape" inside its mouth. It's our calling card for our group since we love to figure out ways to escape different situations. Our friend group had 8 people in total. We all went our own ways as well grew older, some stuck close as others went away to follow their dreams. We all have each other's contacts though so we can chat as much as we want with each other. We went as far as to make a group chat with us all. It's a fun time. This was our parting gift so we would notice each other if we met again. I smirked as I started walking to grab the sandwich which I always get in the morning. After grabbing a breakfast sandwich for myself I start walking towards Mace.