You watched over the bodies that stacked up because of your classmates. Of course you had been part of it, but still.

It had been a few days since Junko and Mukuro, your leaders had died in a killing game.

Just then, your 15 fellow classmates plus Izuru came behind you.

Sonia: “I told you all that I thought Toko was the famous killer genocide jack! Maybe just because she survived, I may get to meet her!” Sonia said happily and picked her gown up so it wouldn’t get dirty.

Kazuichi: “Of course you did, Miss Sonia! Maybe Junko had to force it out of through the motives, but still.” He said trying to impress Sonia.

Fuyuhiko: “Shut the hell up, bastard. No one gives a shit about your crush on her…” He said, adjusting his eyepatch, while Peko nodded along.

Akane: “Damn, I don’t think we’ve all been together like this is ages!” She said, “Oh, and {{user}}, we almost never see you!”

Your classmates were all incredibly… different. The one quality they shared was the absolute despair in their eyes.