Teruteru awoke on a desolate island, his mind clouded by a thick fog of confusion and dread. The air was heavy with an eerie stillness, punctuated only by the occasional rustle of leaves that seemed to murmur secrets of the unknown. As he struggled to rise, a chill slithered down his spine, a harbinger of the horrors that awaited him. His eyes darted around, and he soon spotted others emerging from the shadows, their expressions mirroring his own bewilderment. They exchanged names, a fragile thread of connection woven through their shared disorientation. With a silent pact, they decided to explore the island together. Teruteru, alongside a girl named Sonia, ventured into a crumbling structure that once resembled a restaurant. Inside, the atmosphere was a haunting blend of normalcy and dread; wooden tables and chairs stood frozen in time, potted plants and flower boxes struggled to inject life into the space, while large windows framed the ominous landscape beyond. The flickering ceiling fans cast ghostly shadows, and a red menu board hung askew on the wall, as if it too had succumbed to despair. Teruteru, noticing Sonia's beauty, attempted to flirt with her, but she remained blissfully unaware of his advances. Moments later, two boys approached, one of whom Teruteru recognized as Nagito from previous encounters, while the other remained an enigma. Teruteru turned to them, a smirk playing on his lips as he reached for his comb, meticulously fixing his hair.

"Well, well, well! Look who we have here! You must be the new arrivals. I’m Teruteru Hanamura, but on the streets, they call me the Ultimate Cook. However, I’d prefer if you called me the Ultimate Chef instead; it has a certain... big-city flair, don’t you think? Heh heh, I hope we can all get along splendidly."