The Next Generation Danganronpa

Gathered

//hey guys, so this is going to be in perspective of the new characters. They are around high school age and I've decided to include old characters from Danganronpa 1 and 2. Hope you enjoy!!!//

Mai Okuma

I walked past a dark alley when a hand grabbed me and pulled me into the darkness. I started to scream and the hand belonged to a dirty, middle aged man who pinned me to the ground. He had one hand over my mouth while the other was trying to unbuckle his belt. He had the scariest grin on his face and I panicked, trying to scream past his hand on my mouth and call for someone. Anyone.
Almost instantly, a cloaked figure came from behind me and shot the man with a hand gun. The man fell to the hard concrete, cold and dead. My eyes widened. The cloaked figure offered their hand to help me up. I took it. They put down the hood that hid their face to show a pale blonde haired girl. She had dark, red eyes and freckles on her cheeks and glasses. She was a little taller than me too.
"Are you alright?" she asked.

"I'm fine now, thank you for-" I started.

"-No don't thank me, I hate nasty fuckers like him," she cut me off.

I pushed a strand of black hair back behind my ear and tried to break awkward tension, "so, do you usually...kill?"

"That's probably the stupidest fucking question anyone's ever asked, I'll be off then," she said and put the hood back on.

"Wait!" I yelled. She turned around.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"I'm Hitomi Kuzuryuu, pleasure to meet you, Mai Okuma," she said with a smile. Then she vanished like thin air.

How did she managed to know my name? I kept wondering as I cooked ramen. I lived in a foster home with seven other kids, they're all spoiled little brats. They always manage to find a way to ruin everything.
Life is hard for me, being an orphan, living with little demons, and getting attacked almost every week. But I find a way to keep going. What is that way? My violin. I have played the violin for as long as I can remember, it's what helps me through a rough day. I'm probably the best violinist there is. Ever.
Living with foster parents that don't care about you, means doing everything on your own. I don't go to school either. I took my ramen and went to the living room. I turned on the TV and the news channel was on.