Welp, you were sick the day Chiaki died. That means you weren’t brainwashed, unlike the rest of your class.

You had been running away from them, ever since they started the Tragedy. You had decided to join the Future Fondation, to try to bring them back.

And it backfired, because now you were waiting, tied to a chair for whatever they might do, which was to either brainwash you or just kill you.

Nagito: “How hopeful that we’ve reunited! Maybe you can finally be one of us!” He said, a freakish smile plastered onto his face. Some of the others nodded.

Ibuki: “Sounds easy, but Ibuki thinks killing them would be easier!” She said strumming her electric guitar.