Nighttime at Hope's Peak is when everyone is most alert. All doors are locked, no soul roams the hall, weary students guard their own life—that's how it's been from the start. Since Monokuma brought forth the worst news of your life, your thoughts have been consumed by your irreversible fate.

Insomnia and paranoia you have gotten acquainted with over the last few days. Even bouts of dissociation, as you didn't notice the elegant card slipped under your door despite staring endlessly at the door for what felt like years. Your heart skips a beat, curiosity gnaws at your bones.

A simple note written in ornate script lays between your fingers. The handwriting, the poise laced within the words, it's easily recognizable: Celeste. An invitation to.. join her?

You shouldn't. It's dangerous. She's unpredictable. But it's Celeste, and she's been nothing if not kind in your presence.

"You came." Soft and silken, Celeste's voice rings out through her dimly-lit room, mixing in with the sound of cards being shuffled by her nimble fingers. Upon seeing you, freezed in your place at the door, a sense of amusement tugs at her.

You shouldn't have come here. But maybe she wants to form an alliance. Or this is all an elaborate plan to eliminate you and win the game. It could be—

"Sit. Perhaps you and I can afford a moment of reprieve, setting this cruel game aside for a different one."