Danganronpa RM; Deathly Montage

☠Prologue #10-- Midnight Disaster

Prologue #10

Midnight Disaster

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DAYTIME

OST - A Dead End to the Ocean's Aroma, Welcome Monobeast, Weekly Despair Magazine, Machine Gun With Bunny Ears, Tropical Despair

AS I stood there with my head facing the floor, I found myself unable to meet Sarada's gaze. From what I saw out of the corner of my eye, however, I could tell it was filled to the brim with an intense amount of pity and dread. Her orange-coloured eyes narrowed slightly as she opened her mouth, finding herself rendered unable to speak any more comforting words.

I could tell she had been hoping that she had been wrong about me. But as one could probably find to be typical for the Ultimate Judge... she simply wasn't. Nothing I could say would be able to change the fact that I was a member of the Varamatsu family. 

I just wouldn't be able to provide her with that sort of comfort.

"You... you can't be serious..." Heiji scratched his cheek with a disbelieving laugh, "I heard they were all dead... You're telling me there's a survivor...? Of that disaster...?"

"No..." Shion's eyes widened in realization as he likely reflected on what I had previously mentioned, "This is what you meant...? When you said you used to have more of them...?"

Hearing the drug dealer's words, Ritsuki seemed to be shaken to the core.

"Ahhhhh-hahahahaha!" Monokuma cackled sadistically as he placed his paws on his chest, "Looks like somebody's already felt the despair! Say, how did it feel? Was it thrilling? Exciting? Wonderfully bone-chilling?"

I gave the stuffed animal a sharp glare in response.

However, this just served to make it crack up even more.

"Hold on..." Anzai stared at the bear in confusion, "...What do you mean?"

"He's joking, isn't he? Right? Murano?" the light blue-haired photographer attempted to ignore the clear implications that Monokuma had presented with a forced smile.

Pursing my lips, I merely averted my gaze away from him, clenching my fists in frustration.

As much as I'd love to tell them that this was all a bad joke, that simply wasn't the case. Roughly two years ago, I had been forced to participate in a family mutual killing game. It was similar to this one... only our current killing game seemed to have more rules than I had become accustomed to. Having hailed from a prestigious family of criminal investigators, we were all shocked when that guy had announced that we'd all be killing each other. Initially taking what he had said as a bad joke, it came as a surprise to discover that he had been accompanied by a horde of robotic monsters straight out of a sci-fi film, leaving us with no other choice but to kill to survive-- to betray our trust in one another.

That's why I had no faith this bunch of ultimates wouldn't begin to suddenly off each other.

Monokuma was right. I had already felt the despair of a killing game.

It was horrible.

As I opened my mouth to speak, Monokuma immediately proceeded to cut me off, staring at me with a beady gaze as he did so.

"That's right, folks! Our dear friend Varamatsu here's already been in a killing game!" the headmaster declared gleefully, "Right here, we have with us our very own survivor of the Huntsman's Spree! The Varamatsu Family Massacre!"