Danganronpa: Dead or Alive

⏸Chapter 11: Tell Me Who I Really Am⏸

2:30 pm.

Jiro found himself walking into the theatre room. It was one of the rooms he had yet to explore since waking up on this island.

It was rather dim in the room. He looked towards the wall to see if there was a light switch. There wasn't.

'Guess I'll have to deal with it...'

As he was about to continue exploring the theatre, he jumped at the sound of a large crash from the opposite end of the room.

In a moment of panic, he called out

"Wh-who's there?!"

There was silence for a moment before Jiro saw a figure stand up near the screen at the end of the room. Based in the figure, he could make out that they were male.

"The hell do you want?"

Ah, so that's who is was.

"W-Windrider-kun..? What are y-you...doing in here...?" Jiro asked cautiously.

This was one of the students that he knew little to no information about. This boy had always pushed others away or intentionally riled them up. He just didn't seem like good news at all to Jiro.

"I asked you first." He said simply, causing Jiro to grow anxious.

"I-I-I...u-um...I was j-just...looking around..." he stuttered.

Nao sighed.

"Whatever. I don't have to tell you what I was doing. But I do have a question or two for you." The boy said, slowly approaching Jiro.

For once, Jiro managed to stand his ground, albeit his legs were shaking and he could barely stay standing.

"W-What?" He managed to choke out.

Nao stopped a couple feet in front of him. He looked unamused at Jiro's fear.

"Now tell me, what's your talent?"

Jiro was put off at first by the question. He gave the other boy a baffled look.

"Wha-? I-I don't remember..." he said.

"Bullshit. I saw you during the trial, Kinoshita. You definitely knew what you were doing so don't try to convince me that you don't have a single clue about your talent. As Ultimate's, our talents are all we are. If you can't find out what the hell you are, then I will." Nao said, seizing Jiro by the collar. His voice was low and menacing.

"Wha-what are you-" He was cut off.

"That Nekoshara girl. You seem to be fond of her. And the Rai girl? Close friends of yours? Would be a shame if...something happened to them during this killing game." Nao said, a wicked smile appeared on his face.

Jiro froze. Sai and Mizuki? He wouldn't...

"D-Don't...don't you dare...h-hurt them..." Jiro rasped as the grip on his collar became tighter. He began to gasp and wheeze as his airway was cut off.

"I never said I was gonna do anything. But if you don't jog your memory soon, maybe they won't be as safe anymore." The whistleblower said, letting go of Jiro's collar.

Jiro pulled back, coughing and gasping as he tried to steady his breathing again.

"Just think about it, Kinoshita. Remember, love requires sacrifice. That's just how things are. I can tell that you've lost something precious to you before, so it'd be a shame if it happened again." Nao said.

The whistleblower turned to look at him and Jiro finally got a better look at his face. He could see the numbers that were either tattooed, or carved into his forehead and cheek.