It’s been 3 days since Nagito was tied up after the first class trial, after he went crazy about his obsession with hope.

You were assigned to visit Nagito, so you head towards the old hotel building, to the dining hall and opened the door to reveal Nagito Komaeda on the floor, his legs wrapped with tight ropes and his arms chained behind his back. Nagito turned his head to you and chuckled weakly, his skin pale and his forehead damp from sweat.

“Hello there, fellow Ultimate…”