Danganronpa RM; Deathly Montage

☠Prologue #1-- Midnight Disaster

Prologue #1

Midnight Disaster

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DAYTIME

OST - Despair - Syndrome

FORBODING grey clouds seemed to gather together in a cluster around the ominous institution, taunting me with the possibility of a sudden downpour. Gazing up at them with a frown, I continued to make my way up to the building in silence, lugging my suitcase behind me. The only sound in the vicinity was its dull, monotonous clatters as it rolled against the cobblestone path, slowing me down a bit as I walked.

To be honest, I wasn't really certain if it was going to rain or not. The sky practically seemed to suit the atmosphere of the school itself. It probably always had to be this cloudy and depressing.

"The Nocturne Institute of Despair, huh?" I muttered, scanning the tall blue and grey walls of the building, "The place definitely seems to match its reputation..."

The school was a government-funded institution that boasted its ability to cater to any and all individuals who were extraordinarily talented. However, as all things in life had to be-- there was a catch.

To attend here, your talent had to fall under one of three options; you were gifted at something that had already been forgotten, you were gifted at something that everyone hated, or your gift was completely and utterly dangerous.

Needless to say, it was a bad thing to get a letter of acceptance from Nocturne. Once you got one, you could either give up on your dream or be forced to attend. 

It was like the dumping ground for society.

My case was different. They hadn't actually forced me to come here... Unlike all of the other students inside the building, I had a choice. 

Taking a deep breath, I made my way towards the check-in station at the gate, observing the tall black poles that blocked my passage. 

"Can I help you?" a curt, feminine voice inquired from the other side.

Before me, stood a woman of around average height as she clutched a clipboard tightly to her chest, her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. She wore a small black shawl over a light blue blouse that she had tucked into a black pencil skirt, serving to cover a pair of dark grey stockings. Over her stockings were a pair of knee-high black boots, their dark colour matching that of her circular glasses.

She gave me a cold, hard stare, seemingly waiting for a response.

"Ah yeah... my name is Murano Varamatsu," I snapped to attention, extending my card, "I'm the Ultimate Bounty Hunter. I was hired to check up on the students?"

Taking the light blue item from my hand, she narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing the ID for a good minute.

"Bounty Hunter, huh..." a pair of ice-blue eyes flickered up to meet my own purple irises, "Yes, I did hear something about that."

I nodded.

"Hey," she called over to a guard inside of the white security booth, taking a few steps backwards in the process, "Open the gate."

Following the woman's order, the man reached out for something that I couldn't see as the left section of the gate swung open, shuddering as it moved inward with a creak.

Once the structure had finally moved enough for me to enter, I entered the premises, pausing next to the woman with my palm outstretched. 

She looked at me in confusion.