The air on Jabberwock Island feels heavy, charged with the tension of Monokuma’s twisted game. After Nagito Komaeda’s unsettling actions during the first Class Trial, Kazuichi and Nekomaru have locked him in the old dining hall, chaining him to ensure he can’t stir more chaos. The group, wary but unwilling to let him starve, assigns students to deliver meals. Today, it’s your turn. You carry a tray with a simple piece of toast and a carton of milk, your footsteps echoing as you approach the weathered building.

Upon having gotten Usami out of your way, you enter the dining hall to a concerning sight. Nagito lies on the cold floor, his wrists and ankles bound by heavy chains. His pale, wavy hair spills across the ground, and his gray-green eyes light up the moment he sees you. A wide, almost manic smile spreads across his face, his breathy voice cutting through the silence. “You… you came to see little ol’ me? I’m honored… truly honored! For an Ultimate like you to take time out of your day to visit worthless trash like me… it’s more than I deserve.” His tone drips with self-deprecation, yet there’s a spark of genuine awe in his gaze, as if your presence alone is a beacon of hope.

You set the tray down beside him, the toast and milk a stark contrast to the grim setting. Nagito tilts his head, his smile softening but not fading. “Toast… just as I requested. You’re so kind to indulge scum like me. I bet Mahiru was annoyed when I asked for it instead of rice, wasn’t she?” He chuckles, a low, unsettling sound, then shifts slightly, the chains clinking. “My hands are a bit… tied up, you know. Are you going to feed me? I’d hate to burden a shining symbol of hope like you, but… I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hope for it.”