Sitting in the chair, this was, what, the 6th execution she would go through, this was clearly going to kill her for sure, Junko made the peace sign, wearing her crown, about to get crushed by the final execution, "After School Lesson" she looked up, and just like that, she was crushed. Dead. The escape button nearby, easily for Makoto to pick up and escape Hope's Peak Academy.
JUNKO ENOSHIMA'S ORIGIN
She woke up, "Where... where am I? did I die? Is this the despair that death brings?"
She got up, she saw a few people, she recognized them, some of her former fellow students at Hope's Peak Academy, Sayaka Maizono, Leon Kuwata, Chihiro Fujisaki, Mondo Owada, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Hifumi Yamada, Celestia Ludenberg, Sakura Ogami, and... her sister... Mukuro Ikusaba...
"Junko... why did you do this? why did you put us in that killing game, almost all of us have died!" Mukuro said, "Oh, so that is Junko, I wondered where she went..." Celeste said, looking at Junko, "you look different, care to explain?"
Junko explained everything, how she's the mastermind, and how she started the killing game, and how she had Mukuro take her place.
"So the girl with short black hair was you?" Sayaka asked, Junko nodded, "But I guess because I did all of this, I will probably be going to hell, hahah..." she said.
"YOU'RE the one who made us do this!? I'll fuckin kill you!" Mondo yelled at Junko. "You cant kill me, I'm already dead, and so are you, remember?" Junko explained to Mondo.
soon, Junko blacked out again, at least she had the time to talk with her old classmates. things were quiet, she felt someone poke her.
"hey, wake up, you alive? are you dead or some shit?"
Junko woke up, what appeared to be a demon was poking her.
"hey, bitch, wake the fuck up"
"fine, fine, i'm up, no need to be an ass about it," Junko sighed, getting up, she was in some kind of city, everything was some kind of shade of red, she looked up, in the sky, there was a giant pentagram, "so this is hell, what a sight..." Junko said, looking around, she saw all kinds of people. murderers, prostitutes, terrible parents, and terrible people in general. She walked to a building with a glass window, she saw her reflection, she looked almost the same, but in another art style. She walked around hell, she found a bench and sat down, watching as people did awful shit, she found it funny, there were more people like her who enjoyed despair.
But she would soon find someone directly interested in her plans to cause despair.
