It was just another day in my life when I was walking home from school. My backpack was strapped over my shoulder, and a big grin on my face. My footsteps resounded around me as I walked along the banks of the small river running through my hometown. A small book was resting in my embrace, protected from the sunlight by my figure. It wasn't a precious book, per se, but still, this book meant the world to me because this book was supposed to embody my dream. A small book in my embrace with the title shining slightly from the sunlight sneaking past my defense and onto it. The name of the book was.
"The glorious world of talent. BSTT."
When you hear the word "BSTT," you know exactly what it means. BSTT is an acronym for the most prestigious school in the world. The boarding school for talented teenagers. A school that the European Council built to battle the prestigious school in the east known as Hope's Peak Academy. A program like this was first seen twenty years ago when Japan made the school Hope's Peak to collect extravagant students from around the country who excelled in their fields of knowledge. These students were known as Ultimates. You repeatedly heard stories of Ultimates like the Ultimate Boxer Juzu Sakakura or the Ultimate Blacksmith Sonosuke Izayoi. Names are known around the world. The European Council tried to copy the idea of an Ultimate school and made BSTT, and It has always been my dream to be able to attend it.
Who am I? You may ask yourself
Well, my name is S O...A...
And my dream is to be...e The Ult...e J...
Danganronpa Longlasting Limbo. Prologue:
And the Limbo starts
I woke up in a cold sweat. The coldness of the liquid ran against my skin. I felt a somewhat comfortable sensation underneath me: a bed? I ran my hand over the bed's surface, trying to understand what was happening. My surroundings were a small room. I would guess it would be around 10 square meters. There was a closet beside the bed and what seemed to be an alarm clock beside me, standing on a small bedside table. A red carpet was used as a floor, and when I slowly swung my legs out from the bed, it felt soft to the touch. There was a small door in the wall, and a bathroom came into view when I opened it. My cold sweat intensified as I ran out of the bathroom and looked around. There was another door, but beside it was a coathanger. I ran to the other end of the room to find a small table, almost like a school desk. I slowly backed away from the desk and tripped over my own feet. I stumbled back and fell into the bathroom. I lay there on the ground and as I slowly grabbed the nearest thing to get up. I was met with my own eyes—a mirror above the sink.
My brown curly hair went to my shoulder. One of my hair strands curled into the air and then dropped slightly, dangling like the lamp on an angler fish. Some of my hair curled out in front of my right eye, hiding it from view. The other eye's amber color was shining out. I wasn't wearing any clothes I, by chance, knew I owned. I was dropped in a red vest with a white blouse underneath. A black cloak resembling that of a court dress was slipped over my right shoulder, covering my right side. It was wrapped around my neck using a string. I had a necklace around my neck, dangling the symbol of a scale. A small piece of jewelry made of silver or maybe just painted iron. A black piece of cloth was wrapped around my forehead like a bandana, but it looked more like a piece of fabric for a blindfold rather than a bandana. A black pencil skirt was clad over my front, and some fine black shoes on my feet. Lastly, inside my cloak was a petite pocket, and I could feel something solid. When I took it out, it revealed itself as a gavel made of pristine wood and different kinds. There is a bit of darker oak around the handle but a light orangy wood around the hammer itself.
