With 20 talented high school students entering a school built only for extremely talented people like themselves, you'd think this would be a story of them getting along and having fun.
Nope this down right murder (no puns intended). Trapped inside...
"Ah, glad that you decided to join me, if you would both like to come closer, I'm currently reviewing the new additions to the school map. Care to observe them alongside me." Riku motioned them over, and the pair glanced over her shoulder to see the newest additions to the second floor map.
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“A training gym and swimming pool, well, that seems like good places to go searching.” Drake strode past the pair and came to the end of the hallway, to his left was a grey-cyan door dotted with waves and dolphins, a sign just above the door identified the room as the pool.
To his right was the training gym, a pale blue door with a large window that showed the interior of the room; weights, running machines, training balls, yoga mats, rowing and bicycle machines were dotted around the rooms polished wooden floor "woah, it's so ... new. Hey is that a climbing wall?" Drake asked as he put his face up against the window, and pointing to the wall of the room.
Indeed a rocky wall, dotted with coloured rock hand grips across its surface, rose from the ground and close to th ceiling, a small platform was made from the flat peak of the climbing wall.
"Drake c-come on, ge-get your face off the glass" Toshihiro spoke to the artist as he tugged lightly on his hood "we're going t-t-to check out the p-pool now" the poet said as he pulled on the artist hood again, this time Drake peeled himself off of the glass and turned to face the poet.
"Y-you're right, sorry, I guess I was being a little ... uhh, nevermind." Drake smiled happily as he rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled, he somewhat enjoyed the feeling of acting like a kid again; it felt somewhat uplifting "okay, let's go." Toshihiro turned and headed into the pool after Riku.
Stepping into the rather large room,the trio noticed the ceiling was elevated higher than most of the other rooms and that the pool took up a majority of the rooms floor, as expected of by Drake.
Chalk white tiles decorated the floor, with the occasional light blue tile to help mix things up; to the left of the room was a row of grey lounging chairs. Three other doors lead off across the room, on the right wall was a grey door and to the back of the room was a blue door and a pink door.
Drake leant against the wall and wheezed, he felt an unexpected wave of emotions hit him, a mix of sadness and anger struck him witgout warning, leaving him to lean against the wall defenceless.
"Wh-what’s the matter? A-a-are you getting sick?” Toshihiro asked him from across the room, Riku seemed more concerned with what was behind the grey door than the artist.
(Danganronpa v3 - Real/Fiction)
“...” the artist walked over to the pool’s edge and looked down into its reflective surface, a stoic expression met his gaze as he watched his figure ripple in the water, hoping it would help calm him down.
"He-hey, come on, Riku’s gonna be waiting for us.” Toshihiro walked over to join his side, he watched Drake’s unchanging expression in hopes of seeing a smile or a grin, even a smirk, break the veil of eerie calmness he had placed over his face.
