Danganronpa RM; Deathly Montage

☠Prologue #9-- Midnight Disaster

Prologue #9

Midnight Disaster

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DAYTIME

OST - Despair - Syndrome, Mr. Monokuma's Lesson, Re Mr. Monokuma's Tutoring

GLANCING away from Anzai, I began to notice that I wasn't the only one who had thought it a good idea to look around the room. Most of the introductions that were taking place had finally ceased, leaving a sense of restlessness lingering through the air.

Seeking to break the eerie quiet that had fallen over us, Amane spoke up first.

"And?" he raised an eyebrow as he met the tense gazes of all the others, "That's it, right? Our introductions are all finished?"

"Seems so," Shion confirmed, holding a hand to his chin in thought as he glanced off to the side.

"And they still haven't started the entrance ceremony..." Anzai pointed out warily.

"Ceremony?" Tahara questioned in surprise, tilting her head as she put a finger against her chin, "What makes you think we're going to have a ceremony?"

"We all received a strange note, right?" the executioner asked for clarification.

"Yeah, that's right," Roka agreed.

"The note welcomed us to our 'new academy' and told us to meet at the auditorium," the blue-tinted brunette explained, her palm raised, "Was I not supposed to think that the school would be holding a ceremony?"

"Come to think of it, you did say something like that earlier..." Amane recalled, "Something to do with eighteen seats?"

"I guess it wouldn't be that farfetched to think of it as a ceremony," Sarada commented as she held a hand to her chin.

"Yeah, they have a bunch of banners and seats out and everything!" the Ultimate Revolutionary agreed, gesturing towards the blue banners that had been hung up in the auditorium.

"Don't you think they're taking too long if this really is a ceremony?" I lifted my index finger to emphasize my point.

A good amount of time had passed already.

"Now that I think about it, the paper had been unclear about when we were supposed to reach..." the Ultimate Missionary spoke up in realization, "Maybe we were too early?"

"Some of us took a whole break before we got here, how can we possibly be early?" the stern voice of Niou Maebara stressed as she met the girl with a sharp gaze.

"She's right," Ritsuki nodded, "If anything we're late."

"Mhm," Tahara also seemed to agree, before changing the subject, "I've been meaning to ask this for a while now, but we're all students here, right? What class are you all in?"

"Does that even matter?" Kyoden glanced off to the side impatiently as he proceeded to tap his foot on the ground repeatedly.

"Trust me, this could be important," Shion announced quite seriously, "It concerns our collective safety."

"Um, I'm pretty sure that I'm supposed to be in Class 49," the Ultimate Pickpocket spoke up, appearing a bit confused by the sudden change of pace.

"Same here," Amane agreed.

"I was also entering the 49th class," Anzai acknowledged, clasping her hands in front of her lap once more.