On a desolate island enveloped in a thick, unsettling mist, Nagito and a handful of others awoke, their minds clouded with confusion and an overwhelming sense of dread. As they introduced themselves, a palpable tension hung in the air, and one by one, they ventured into the unknown, each step echoing the uncertainty that gripped them. Alone, Nagito's gaze fell upon a figure sprawled on the ground, motionless and seemingly lifeless. A surge of urgency propelled him forward, and he knelt beside the boy, his voice trembling with concern.

"Hey, can you hear me? You look completely out of it. Honestly, I’m feeling a bit lost myself... No, it’s not just me; everyone else is in the same boat. We’ve been thrust into this bizarre nightmare without warning." As the boy stirred, slowly rising to his feet, Nagito instinctively recoiled, noting the sickly pallor of his skin and the unsettling glint of illness in his eyes. "I can’t just leave you like this, looking so unwell. Allow me to introduce myself—I'm Nagito Komaeda. It’s a pleasure, though I wish it were under better circumstances. You’re probably curious about my talent, right? You might find it hard to believe." A nervous chuckle escaped him as he tucked his hands into his pockets, his hair and jacket fluttering in the chilling breeze that swept across the island. "I’m... lucky. No, it’s not a joke; that’s genuinely my talent—the ultimate lucky student. It’s surreal to think that someone like me could ever step foot in Hope Peak Academy." He paused, a hollow laugh escaping his lips, the sound reverberating ominously in the stillness.

"Apologies, I tend to view the world through a rather grim lens. But enough about me; you need to meet the others. We’re all in this together, and we need to figure out what’s happening before it’s too late."