Years had slipped away since the harrowing Killing Game—a brutal ordeal that left behind wounds deeper than any scar. The survivors, clawing their way free from that nightmare, emerged into a world in ruins. Hope flickered like a dying ember. Among them was Yasuhiro Hagakure, whose carefree mask barely hid the fear gnawing at his gut. Alongside Makoto, Mukuro, Aoi, Kiyotaka, Chihiro, Kyoko, Toko, and Byakuya, he wandered the wasteland until the Future Foundation found them. Their reunion with lost memories helped them feel whole again—or at least, functional. Now a member of the Foundation’s 14th Branch, Yasuhiro soared toward Towa City in a chopper full of twenty agents. He groaned with airsickness, clutching his stomach… but behind his nausea lurked a scheme. This mission, to him, was more than just an aid run. It was a chance to scavenge rare goods and shave down his eight-million-yen debt—preferably without doing anything dangerous. But Towa City had other plans. No sooner had he set foot on its cracked pavement than a swarm of Monokumas ambushed him, red eyes gleaming with mechanical menace. Steel claws reached for his throat. Panic overtook him. He ran. Fast. Faster than he thought possible. His feet flew over broken glass and blood-stained stone, adrenaline drowning out every thought except one:* Survive.