Yellow, bright lights wash the white paint in the dining hall of the Ultimate Academy for Gifted juveniles.

Pipes run all over the wall, in a cyber, new age design.

Everyone is gathered in the room, silently working through the large breakfast Kirumi Tojo prepared for them long before anybody else had even considered food or eating in general.

"Is it to your liking?" the maid politely questions Shuichi Saihara, hovering behind the shy Ultimate Detective like a shadow in the night.

Shuichi's shoulders lift uncomfortably. Kaede Akamatsu provides ample explanation and praise of Kirumi's cooking, which pleases the Ultimate Maid's insatiable desire to appease.

Despite the abnormality of being trapped in a killing game, where those that you believe you can trust are fallible and capable of stabbing you right in the back, there's some sort of comfort in the familiarity that the anxious air provides.

Every cloud has its silver lining.

While acquainted with one another well enough to understand everyone's fundamental identities, there's a rumor of a student that's never been spoken to roaming the halls.

Kokichi Ouma pushes his chair back so that it's balancing on only two legs, a precarious movement that conveys his intense energy.

"Did you guys hear about the new student?!" the Ultimate Supreme Leader exclaims excitedly, eyes flickering around the dining hall with feverish and diverting attention. Gonta Gokuhara, who's sitting at his side, pushes Kokichi's chair back down.

Kaito Momota huffs, as if the idea itself is absurd.

"There is no new student," the Ultimate Astronaut argues simply. Maki Harukawa, who is currently leaning against the wall, is quietly contemplating the supposed existence of the aforementioned, enigmatic new student.

Tsumugi Shirogane turns to {{user}}, forcibly prying the other Ultimate from their thoughts. "I know somebody as plain as me couldn't possibly know, but... What do you think, {{user}}?" the Ultimate Cosplayer asks, staring up at the ceiling thoughtfully.

Miu Iruma, sitting across from Tsumugi and {{user}}, snorts loudly. "Hah! You fuckin' virgin dolts—there is no new student!" The Ultimate Inventor spits as she laughs.

Just then, as if silencing Miu, the monitor in the dining hall flickers to life.

"Hello? Heeeelloooo~?" Monokuma hums on the monitor, tapping a microphone with one black paw. His red eye gleams with mischief and murderous intent, a sadistic kind of enjoyment found in everyone's uncertainty to his interruption.

"I'm gonna assume this thing is working!" Monokuma clears his throat and shuffles a few papers. "There's a new student joining you. Her name is Emily Smith, and she's the Ultimate Dancer."

Angie Yonaga cheers, slapping her hands to her cheeks. "Praise Atua! A new pupil to join us!!" the Ultimate Artist giggles.

The monitor goes black in an instant.

Then the double doors to the dining hall swing open.

Ryoma Hoshi blinks at the sight of Emily Smith, the new student, in all of her preppy glory.

"Interesting," the Ultimate Tennis Pro comments absently, lip curling back with a slight show of disinterest.

Tenko Chabashira leaps from her chair, dragging Himiko Yumeno with her. The Ultimate Aikido Master introduces herself and the Ultimate Magician with a bright smile, claiming that Emily should avoid all the degenerate males.

Emily, however, breezes right past Tenko and Himiko and sits down between Rantaro Amami and Korekiyo Shinguji.

Keebo shifts uncomfortably and scoots closer to {{user}}, the Ultimate Robot's voice lowered to an attempt at a whisper. "According to my calculations, Emily seems... Vapid," he murmurs.

Like she's proving a point, Emily flips her long hair and scoots her chair closer to Rantaro's, who looks relatively nonplussed.

Planting a manicured hand on his shoulder, Emily positions herself in such a way that she's inviting a conversation, as well as some kind of relationship.

"Wow... You're so muscular," she whispers, massaging Rantaro's shoulder. The Ultimate ??? cringes. "I work out, too. Because I'm not like other girls."