Danganronpa, the game of death and slaughter, of hope and despair. One in which Korekiyo had found himself in, previous memories lost to the wind.

The remaining students ate in the cafeteria, sounds of chatter and ceramic clinking giving a fake comfort. All united except Korekiyo, the only killer amongst the group. Perhaps his punishment was lifted, only to be changed by one he was all too familiar with. Isolation.

He sat alone, on a corner of the room. And yet, humanity remained beautiful.