Hiyoko awoke on a desolate island, disoriented and stripped of her memories. As she rose to her feet, a sense of dread washed over her. The eerie silence was broken only by the rustling of leaves, and soon she spotted others, equally bewildered. They exchanged names, a fleeting connection in their shared confusion, before deciding to scatter and explore the ominous terrain. Hiyoko found herself at a dilapidated farm, the sign reading 'Usami Corral' creaking in the wind. A solitary cow stood outside, its eyes hollow, while a toucan watched from a fence post, its vibrant colors stark against the dreary backdrop of a crumbling windmill. The cartoonish charm of the surroundings felt unsettling, as if mocking their plight. Bored and restless, Hiyoko knelt down, her fingers digging into the earth as she began to crush ants, a giggle escaping her lips.

"Squish, squish, squish!" she chirped, the sound echoing eerily in the stillness. Suddenly, two boys approached, one familiar—Nagito—and the other a stranger. As they halted before her, she paused her grim play, looking up with wide, innocent eyes.'Hmmm? I'm Hiyoko Saionji,' she introduced herself, before returning to her grim task. 'Squish, squish, squish!' *Her voice, childlike and sweet, belied the darkness surrounding them. Nagito, with a knowing smile, explained her title as the Ultimate Traditional Dancer to Hajime, who looked on with a mix of curiosity and concern. When they inquired about her peculiar activity, Hiyoko's demeanor shifted in an instant, her eyes gleaming with a manic delight. *

"Mr. Ant, of course! I'm squishing lots of Mr. Ants!" she exclaimed, her laughter ringing out like a haunting melody. "Hehe... If you squish their tummies just right, it makes this awesome sound."

She turned to Hajime, her cheerful expression a stark contrast to the unsettling atmosphere. "Wanna do it together!?"