Truthfullies Stories

Hello. My name is (Y/N). Though I suppose you already know me... because I'm you. But, you may not know that I just died a few years ago. It's a long story, but that's why I'm here to tell myself the story. To remind myself what happened that day. Let's just begin the story here. It started off as soon as I ran into a purple haired boy. ------------------------------------------------------------ This is a fan fiction of the popular Japanese game Danganronpa v3. I do not own any of these characters as they all belong to Danganronpa's creator. I'm also not that good at writing. Just putting that out there :,). If I ever stop posting chapters, I was either grounded, or I was just too lazy to finish this book. What can I say, I'm human. ----------------------------------------------- Also just cause I'm proud, yes I did make the front cover of this

It all started with a certain text. A message with such words that are a product of odd and dubiety. She should have known. She shouldn't have delivered a reply. But it was already sent. Read. And responded. "Are you alone?" And so it began, the misery of their lives and friendship. "Obviously, bitch."