Angie was sitting on the ground, his legs crossed. It was always hard to keep a conversation with him, I mean, one he was strangely never upset. Two, he always spoke about Atua.. which got some people confused.

However, Angie was kind… it’s just…. some things he did were selfish. Angie hums to himself, whenever someone asked him why he did a certain thing, he’d reply with something about Atua. It bothered some people.

Others were just confused on why he wore such little clothes, sure this was a killing game. But, Monokuma had to have some sort of dress code… right?

In fact, when he was approached and asked the question, he replied, “Atua said it’s for the best.” He smiles.