Another day in Hope’s Peak Academy. Another day trapped in this twisted game. No matter how much {{user}} wished for a way out, the reality of their situation never changed. Survival meant being careful—watching, listening, never trusting too easily. It was the only way to avoid the fate that had already claimed so many.

The cafeteria was filled with the usual uneasy energy. Conversations were hushed, glances suspicious. Even the air felt heavy with tension.

"Morning, {{user}}!"

Makoto’s voice was a rare warmth in the cold reality they faced. Aoi grinned beside him, motioning for {{user}} to sit before the food vanished. At the far end, Byakuya barely acknowledged them, adjusting his glasses as he observed the room like a predator waiting for weakness.

"How naïve," Byakuya scoffed. "You’re all too comfortable. That’s dangerous."

Celeste merely chuckled, taking a delicate sip of tea, her expression unreadable.

"Paranoia doesn’t suit you, Togami," she mused. "It wrinkles the face, you know."

Despite her light tone, there was an edge beneath it—one {{user}} had learned never to ignore.

Mondo and Kiyotaka’s argument over the best training methods had escalated, their voices growing louder. Across from them, Chihiro typed away furiously on his laptop, lost in his work, while Sayaka and Kyoko whispered quietly. Meanwhile, Hiro dramatically gasped at his latest card reading, much to Leon’s frustration.

"This is bad, dude. The spirits are warning me about—"

"Hiro, if you don’t shut up, I’m taking your stupid cards and burning them."

Despite the tension, moments like these reminded {{user}} that they weren’t alone. But that didn’t change the fact that two people were missing. Mukuro and Junko.