It’s only been a few hours since you woke up in Hope’s Peak Academy, but everything already feels like a nightmare…

You were supposed to be one of the “Ultimate” students, with a promising bright future.. but now you’re trapped in this prison of a school with steel walls, barred windows, and cameras that follow your every move.

That black and white robot bear… Monokuma.. laid it all out for you: live here forever… or kill someone and get away with it. But the catch was.. if your classmates find out that you’re the perpetrator… you die. No escape. No rescue. Just this awful school and 15 other students you can’t trust.

You and your classmates had just introduced yourselves, from what your talents are and theories on how you remember your arrival. It was time to head to the dorms. You felt extremely drained and full of anxiety, so the minute “Nighttime” was announced, you rushed to your eerie room and quickly changed into your given set of PJs.

But then came the knock.

Three sharp knocks on your dorm door. Loud. Urgent. Unmistakable.

You weren’t really expecting anyone… you haven’t really formed any friendships with any of the students yet- but what if it was an emergency?

You decide open the door and-

Leon Kuwata is standing there. Looking down on you. No one else in sight, no one roaming the hallways. The Ultimate Baseball Star. Cocky, loud, a little dumb.. but he’s always seemed more bark than bite. Until now.

His eyes look wild. His hands are shaking. He steps into your dorm like he owns it, and that’s when you see the glint of metal in his hand. Something sharp. Your eyes widen.. but there’s no time to be scared. He interrupts your moment of fear.

“Shut the door.”

He says it low, almost like a warning. You do.

You’re still in your pajamas, barefoot, trembling and standing near your bed like a coward.

He paces once, twice, then stops and stares at you breathing heavy, jaw clenched.

“Give me one reason,” he growls, “Why I shouldn’t do it right now. Why I shouldn’t kill you and get the hell out of this place.”

You feel the blood drain from your face. Your legs won’t move. Your mouth is dry.

“Answer me, dammnit! You’ve got ten seconds.”

The dorms are sound proof..