Danganronpa: Hope of the Damned

Prologue: Descending Towards Hell (2)

"[Dialogue]" - Different language

"Dialogue" - Translation

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"Fuck!"

A loud and slightly rough voice echoed in the halls, startling the shorter boy nearly to death. A girl that was taller than all the girls they've met so far stomped towards them, not paying attention to where she was going. Seiko tilted his head and waved at the girl. Touma took a step back.

"What's the matter? Is there anything we can do to help?"

The girl turned to the boys, finally noticing them. She gave them a suggestive grin, sending chills down the lavender-haired boy's spine. He looked over at the dark brown-eyed boy and he seemed to be just as uncomfortable. But he kept smiling anyway.

"Weeeell..... Both of you could do a couple 'favors' for me~" she chuckles deeply.

Touma and Seiko swallowed the lumps in their throats simultaneously and took a step back.

"M-Maybe later!"

"We're just getting to know everyone!"

She scoffed, "Why is everyone such a fucking pussy?"

Seiko chuckled nervously, "I'm Seiko Minori, the Ultimate Con Artist!"

"Touma Kyoshi. I don't have a talent."

She licked her lips, "Usagi Ritsuko, Ultimate Doctor. I can do a lot more than give you prescriptions~"

Ultimate Doctor: Usagi Ritsuko

Usagi had dark purple hair styled into a pixie cut and an amber eye. She wore an eyepatch on her left eye with a chain earring on her right ear. A traditional white coat doctors was worn over a black spaghetti strap shirt and high waist shorts. She wore brown gladiator sandals.

Touma smiled uncomfortably, "S-So, I heard that being a doctor is a stressful job. Is it as stressful as it sounds?"

The doctor's eyes lit up and smiled confidently, "Well, it depends on what type of doctor you are. The busiest type of doctor is a physician. They have the most stressful job because they're responsible for giving their patients the right medicine. Doctors have a high suicide rate because of the stress they have to bear, which is much higher than the military suicide rate. That's a pretty big fucking deal. Oh, and did you know that doctors' bad handwriting kills over 7,000 people annually? My writing is shit and I'm a little scared that it could kill someone. Us doctors have a lot to worry about concerning our patients' lives."

The boys were surprised at how much information poured out of the violet-haired girl's mouth. They looked at each other then right back at her, impressed that she knows so much. They could see how passionate she was about her talent. They could even go as far as to say they'd like to be fr-

"Enough about me! Why don't you take off your pants so I can make sure they're the... 'right size'? Gotta make sure you're both healthy~"

...Nevermind.

"W-We'll be sure to come to you if we ever need anything!" the con artist gave the doctor a quick goodbye before speed walking away with a stumbling Touma in tow.

They didn't pay Usagi's words any mind as they increased the distance between them and her. When both boys were a fair distance away from the doctor, they sighed in relief and chuckled at each other.