Danganronpa RM; Deathly Montage

☠Prologue #7-- Midnight Disaster

Prologue #7

Midnight Disaster

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DAYTIME

OST - Living in a Lazy Parallel World, Ms. Monomi's Practice Lesson

AS I neared the aqua-haired teen, I could just barely begin to make out certain bits of a conversation that was currently being held between him and the magenta-haired kid from earlier. Needless to say, the content was a bit too unusual for my tastes.

"Hey Amane, you said that your spirit animal is probably a fox, right?" the light blue-haired boy enthused, one hand on his waist as he held his other palm out at his side.

Amane raised his index finger conspiratorially at the thought. "But of course," he smirked, "I am rather clever, after all. If not, I couldn't even dream to have achieved a talent similar to the Ultimate Con Artist. It is important that people believe me."

"So what do you think is my spirit animal?" his companion tilted his head as his bright green eyes stared at him in curiosity.

"Well, if I had to guess... Roka, I'd probably say you're a raccoon," Amane held his hand to his chin in thought, snickering slightly, "You're certainly curious and hyperactive enough."

"You really think so?" Roka's eyes seemed to sparkle in the light of the room.

"Yup," Amane nodded with a smile, "For that matter, I think Ichibei's probably something along the lines of a vulture. As the Ultimate Blackmailer, naturally, he benefits from the misery of others. Did you know that he's been profiling all of us? Creepy, right?"

Raising an eyebrow, Roka gave the shorter male a mocking grin. "Isn't that also the nature of the Ultimate Swindler?" he pointed out, "You're just as shady as he is."

"Yes, but the difference is I'm clever about it," the magenta-haired boy responded proudly, placing a hand on his chest, "Nobody knows there's anything wrong with me, until after the truth comes out. Even so, I usually come out unscathed."

Approaching the duo, I wasn't sure how exactly I felt hearing that these two were bonding over shady spirit animals. Vaguely, it made me begin to wonder what creature exactly this Amane person would consider me to be classed.

Slightly amused by the prospect, I decided to join their conversation. "If that's the case, what exactly would you consider to be my spirit animal?" I held a hand to my chin in consideration, feeling slightly accomplished that the two of them were both shorter than me for once.

"And you are?" Amane glanced at me questioningly, surprised by my presence.

"The name's Murano," I introduced, "I'm sure you're already aware of my talent by now."

Roka's eyes widened in realization. "Ohh, you're that tiny bounty hunter!"

"Y-- yeah," my voice shook in irritation as I attempted to keep a smile.

I didn't want to hear that from the person who seemed to be the third shortest of the bunch.

The blue-haired boy held out his hand in greeting. "I'm Roka Yamanaka, the Ultimate Post Mortem Photographer," he nonchalantly revealed, "It's a weird talent to have-- I know."

"Post mortem photographer?" I repeated in bewilderment, "You mean you're one of those people who take pictures of crime scenes or something? The ones whose pictures are referenced when gathering evidence?"