"Welcome back, Ayanokoji," the man said, his voice authoritative. "I'm Dr. Sato, One of the head producers of the show."
" I'm very glad to see you- and I hope you enjoyed your stay"
Ayanokoji’s expression remained unreadable as he scanned the room, his gaze landing on a familiar figure standing a little apart from the group—Horikita. Unlike the others, she looked almost relieved to see him awake.
" It seems like he's still under the effects of the flashback light"
" It will take time- he was executed after all"
" I suppose - his mind accepted the fictional persona more than what I thought "
" yeah - but the effects of it- should be going off- soon, as soon as he gets familiar again with the real world "
"Horikita," Ayanokoji acknowledged, his voice devoid of the warmth one might expect after such an ordeal.
She stepped forward, her usual composed demeanor intact. "Ayanokoji, I’m glad you’re awake. We need to talk."
Dr. Sato nodded, gesturing towards the door. "Take your time. We’ll be here if you have any questions."
Horikita led Ayanokoji out of the lab and into a hallway that seemed to stretch endlessly. Large windows lined one side, revealing a bustling cityscape outside. It was a stark contrast to the confined, high-stakes environment of the Danganronpa simulation.
They walked in silence for a while before Horikita spoke. "Do you remember what happened in there?"
Ayanokoji glanced at her, his expression inscrutable. "I remember everything."
She nodded, as if expecting that answer. "What you experienced was part of a popular TV show, everyone can't stop talking about it -But now that you’re back, it’s important to reconnect with who you are in the real world."
They exited the building, stepping into the bright afternoon sun. The city was alive with activity—people rushing to and fro, cars honking in the distance, the hum of urban life a stark contrast to the eerie silence of the simulation.
Horikita led him to a nearby park, where the noise of the city was slightly muted by the rustling of trees and the chatter of people enjoying the open space. She sat down on a bench and motioned for him to do the same.
"Ayanokoji, you’ve always been different," she began, choosing her words carefully. "Your abilities, your perspective—it's like you’re constantly analyzing everything. But what you went through in there," she gestured back towards the building, "it wasn't real. None of it was."
Ayanokoji looked around, taking in the scenery. For a moment, he allowed himself to relax, to absorb the reality of the world around him. "It felt real," he admitted quietly.
"I know," Horikita replied. "That’s the danger of such shows. They can make you question what's real and what’s not. But this," she waved her hand around the park, "this is real. These people, this world—it's where you belong."
He was silent for a long moment, processing her words. Finally, he looked at her, his eyes sharp and focused. "And what about you? How do you fit into all of this?"
Horikita’s expression softened slightly. "I’m here to help you remember. To help you find your place in this world, not the fictional one. You’re not just a character in a show, Ayanokoji. You’re much more than that."
Ayanokoji considered her words, the weight of his experiences pressing heavily on his mind. The lines between reality and fiction had blurred, but as he sat there, listening to the sounds of life around him, he felt a small spark of clarity.
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Danganronpa V3: of the elite (Volume 2 Not Finished)
Fanfictionafter the island exam in his first year of his new highschool life , our mc kiyotaka wakes up in an abandoned school He came to realize after that , that he was kidnapped and forced into this killing game with the other ultimates How can he surviv...
