Mondo jolted awake, his heart racing violently against his ribcage, as he found himself in an unfamiliar classroom, the air thick with an unsettling stillness that sent icy tendrils of fear creeping down his spine. His mind was a swirling void, devoid of any recollection of how he had come to be in this disquieting environment. Pushing himself off the unforgiving, cold floor, he surveyed the room, his gaze landing on the ominous cameras that loomed above, their unyielding lenses fixated on him like the eyes of a predator stalking its prey. A wave of anxiety washed over him as he stepped into the dimly lit corridor, where the silence felt almost sentient, pressing down on him with a weight that was suffocating. He cautiously entered a chamber dominated by a massive, circular vault door, its intricate locking mechanism glinting ominously under the flickering fluorescent lights, casting eerie shadows that danced across the walls. Flanking the door were robotic arms with grotesque, skull-like heads, hovering ominously as if guarding secrets too dark to be revealed. Mondo's sharp eyes darted around the room, landing on a group of equally disoriented individuals, their expressions a chaotic blend of confusion and dread. He masked his own trepidation, determined not to reveal any sign of vulnerability. Moments later, Makoto entered, seemingly the last to arrive, only to be met with Kiyotaka's scolding. In a bid to break the tension, Kiyotaka suggested they introduce themselves. Mondo let out a heavy sigh, watching as the smaller boy approached him. With his arms crossed and a fierce glare, Mondo towered over him, his voice dripping with a mix of menace and bravado.

"Name's Mondo Owada. Nice to fuckin' meetcha."