Danganronpa 4: Another Game

DR 4 Another Game

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Danganronpa. This story is based off of the game, and I only own this specific plot and characters. 

Trigger Warning: Mentions of physical abuse and pain, swearing.

Prologue: Hope's Peak, Dreams, Hope, False (Continued)

I opened my eyes with no recollection of ever closing them. My head ached and my face was cold. Before getting up, I took in the information around me. I was laying down in a classroom, facing a wall with a chalkboard and a window boarded by a metal plate and screws. I slowly started to get up, trying to remember my name, Ultimate, age, and other facts about me. As they started coming to mind, I analyzed the room. There was chalk by the chalkboard, which had been used before. There were 16 desks in a 4 by 4 fashion, all facing the chalkboard. I walked to the window, which worked better as a mirror now since there was a massive metal plate over it. I took a quick mental note to find something to take it off and was about to walk off when I saw my reflection. There was dried blood on my neck, just barely noticeable. I followed the trail of crimson with my finger from my neck up to my head. Then all the memories started flooding back. Walking into Hope's Peak Academy, not finding anything or anyone, signing that ominous paper, and getting hit in the back of the head. Then I must have been transported here since there was nowhere with rooms where I was. What was I hit with, a floor tile? There was absolutely nothing that could have hit me. Did someone hit me? After all, nothing of that weight can fall vertically with such ease unless a contraption was set up, and I didn't see anything of the sort. I racked my head for answers, picking up things in the room, and determining if I should take them. In the end, I only took a slightly used piece of chalk. I signed the chalkboard and wrote: 'My name is Kinoshita Masa. I woke up here after passing out from a blow to the head.' Something simple if this situation ends up being more dangerous than it seems. I looked over the room one more time, clutching my piece of chalk, and turned the doorknob to the classroom.

Surprisingly, it was unlocked. I opened the door quickly to avoid creaking and looked out. The hallways outside of the door were different from what I saw before I passed out. The floor tiles were black and white in a checkered fashion, and the walls were grey. I looked to the right of the hallway.

"Dead end."

I looked to the left of the hallway, and it appeared more promising than a dead end. I walked down the hallway, took another left turn, and at the end of the hallway was a room with a large blue door. After taking a deep breath and bracing myself, I walked in. There were about 15 people in the room, not counting myself. A slight chatter echoed throughout the room. I quickly scanned through everyone's faces and took a breath.

"Hello?"

All eyes were immediately on me, and the room fell quiet. After what seemed like ages, a kid my age spoke up.

"Hey, all 16 of us are here. What's your name, bro?"

I hesitated. Do I tell this stranger my actual name? I just got knocked out, how do I know if these people can be trusted. I didn't have time to check his neck for blood, or anyone else's for that matter. I just spit out a fake name. For now, these people can't be trusted.

"My name is Furuya Sora. Yours?"

He didn't hesitate, which leads me to believe he's telling the truth.

"The name's Hirano Katsuro. I'm the Ultimate Archer, but I don't need an arrow to whoop your ass, so don't fight me. We cool?"

A female spoke up from the crowd.

"Knock it off Katsuro, look at him. He's probably scared out of his mind. We all are. And besides, you're an archer, leave the comedy to Minori."

The archer, or Hirano, backed off of me. I'll have to thank that girl later when I learn her name. I took a sharp scan of the room, which is all it took for me to work things out. The walls were made of the same metal as the windows, and the floor was still tiled black and white in a checkered layout. Everyone stared me down as I processed information, taking in the wall-to-floor black, metal doors, and the 16 blue doors surrounding the room. We must have all come alone, and through one of those doors. Do they all have the same set inside? Before speaking up, I took account of the miniature TV monitor in the corner of the room. Right next to this monitor was a camera that seemed to be angled to take in the entire room. Ok, what do I ask these people? I need to phrase it in a way that I could catch them lying. Finally, I spoke.