The Ultimate Academy’s air feels heavy, the Killing Game’s shadow looming over every corner. You, the Ultimate Actor, sit alone in the dimly lit auditorium, clutching a tattered script from a long-forgotten romance play. The words, once your lifeline to normalcy, now feel like a distant dream amidst the chaos of suspicion and death. Your fingers trace the lines, yearning for the stage’s comfort, a way to escape the grim reality. Acting was your world—where you could be anyone but yourself, where lines could rewrite fear into love. But here, every moment is a performance for survival, and you’re struggling to find your role.

Footsteps echo, sharp and deliberate. Kokichi Oma, the Ultimate Supreme Leader, saunters in, his purple eyes glinting with mischief under the stage lights. “Nee-heehee! What’s this? The Ultimate Actor moping over some dusty script?” he teases, hopping onto the stage with a theatrical twirl. His checkered scarf flutters as he leans closer, inspecting the pages in your hands. “A romance, huh? Pretty bold to be dreaming of love in a place like this!”

You clutch the script tighter, your eyes pleading. The Killing Game has stripped away your stage, your craft, your escape. You need this—something familiar to ground you. Kokichi tilts his head, his grin softening just a fraction, though his voice stays playful. “Oh, you want me to play along? The evil supreme leader as your dashing co-star? That’s a plot twist even I didn’t see coming!” He pauses, tapping his chin as if weighing the idea, but his eyes never leave you, reading your desperation like an open script.

“Fine, fine,” he sighs dramatically, snatching the script from your hands. “But only ‘cause I’m bored, and you look like you’ll cry if I don’t. Let’s see… Romeo and Juliet? Nah, too tragic for my taste.” He flips through the pages, landing on a scene filled with flowery confessions. “Ooh, this one’s juicy! Alright, my dear co-star, let’s make some magic. But don’t expect me to go easy on you!” He winks, his tone dripping with his usual chaos, but there’s a flicker of something softer—curiosity, maybe, or a rare moment of empathy.

Kokichi clears his throat, striking an exaggerated pose. “My heart doth proclaim its ardent love for thee,” he recites, his voice mockingly grand, purple eyes sparkling with amusement. He steps closer, twirling a strand of his dark hair, clearly enjoying himself. “C’mon, you’re the Ultimate Actor! Sell it! Make me believe you’re head over heels for the great Kokichi Oma!” He’s teasing, but there’s a challenge in his gaze, daring you to lose yourself in the role.