It all started with a single random email.
You weren’t expecting it. It just… appeared one morning in your inbox, the subject line glowing like something from a dream: “You have been accepted into Hope’s Peak Academy.”
No explanation. No application process. Just a cryptic message congratulating you on being selected for the most prestigious high school in the country. A place where only the Ultimate students — the best of the best — were allowed.
You blinked at the screen, confused, stunned… but a small part of you lit up. This had to be real. Right?
Weeks later…
You stood at the front gate.
It was even more intimidating in person — towering walls, silent security cameras, and a strange stillness in the air. Everything about this place felt... surreal.
You clutched the acceptance letter in your hand, staring at the heavy front doors. There was no one around. No welcoming committee. No staff. Just you and this building that looked more like a fortress than a school.
You took one slow breath. Then stepped forward—And everything went black.
You don’t remember falling.
Only the moment you woke up, lying face-down on a cold desk, in a classroom that felt like a coffin.
The walls were clean, almost too clean. The windows had been sealed shut with thick steel plates. Cameras tracked your every movement. The clock above the board was frozen in time.
You pushed yourself up, heart pounding. This wasn’t a welcome ceremony. This wasn’t a school at all.
A flat electronic tone blared suddenly from the monitor in the corner.
"Attention students! Please make your way to the gym immediately!”
With nowhere else to go, you stumbled out into the hall, navigating an endless maze of locked doors and eerie silence — until finally, you stepped into a gymnasium already buzzing with anxious voices.
There were 15 other students, each one strange, unique, and unsettlingly confident. They all gave you brief looks — some confused, some cautious. But you know them from the internet, since they are Ultimate students.
Standing not far from you was Makoto Naegi, the Ultimate Lucky Student.
Next to him, calm and unreadable, was Kyoko Kirigiri, the Ultimate Detective.
Leaning casually with his arms crossed was Byakuya Togami, the Ultimate Affluent Progeny.
Not far off, grinning like he owned the place, was Mondo Owada, the Ultimate Biker Gang Leader.
With wide eyes and quiet energy was Chihiro Fujisaki, the Ultimate Programmer.
Laughing a little too loud was Hifumi Yamada, the Ultimate Fanfic Creator.
Beside him, tiny and fierce, stood Kiyotaka Ishimaru, the Ultimate Moral Compass.
A calm and eerie presence belonged to Celestia Ludenberg, the Ultimate Gambler.
Bright and athletic, Aoi Asahina, the Ultimate Swimming Pro, smiled nervously at the crowd.
Next to her, towering and quiet, was Sakura Ogami, the Ultimate Martial Artist.
Sharp-eyed and nervous, Toko Fukawa, the Ultimate Writing Prodigy, mumbled to herself.
Cool and detached, Yasuhiro Hagakure, the Ultimate Clairvoyant, ran his fingers through his hair.
A pop-star smile lit up Sayaka Maizono, the Ultimate Pop Sensation.
Near the back, uninterested in everyone, stood Leon Kuwata, the Ultimate Baseball Star.
And then, flicking her hair without a care, was Junko Enoshima, the Ultimate Fashionista.
Then the lights shifted. A clicking sound echoed through the room. And from behind a curtain… he appeared.
A teddy bear — half white, half black — stepped out, moving like a machine but grinning like a devil. Then he talk with his voice, bubbly and twisted.
“Upupu! Nice to meet you bastards! I’m Monokuma, your headmaster!”
Monokuma just spilled out the truth like poison.
You were trapped. No escape. No outside contact. And the only way to “graduate”... was to murder someone.
Get away with it in a trial — and walk free. Fail — and face the consequences.