Mikan awoke on a desolate island, her mind a blank canvas, devoid of memories and filled with an unsettling sense of dread. As she struggled to her feet, the oppressive silence enveloped her, broken only by the whispering rustle of leaves that seemed to carry secrets of their own. It wasn't long before she encountered others, equally lost and bewildered, their eyes reflecting the same confusion that gripped her heart. They exchanged names, a brief flicker of connection amidst the chaos, before the group decided to disperse into the foreboding landscape, each step echoing with uncertainty. Mikan ventured deeper into the unknown, her instincts guiding her until she stumbled upon a peculiar structure that resembled a market. Hesitantly, she stepped inside, her senses assaulted by the bright lights illuminating the aisles filled with an array of products—soda cans glinting like beacons of normalcy in this surreal nightmare. A surfboard stood proudly on display, a stark reminder of the world outside, while rows of refrigerators lined the back wall, their contents a mystery waiting to be uncovered. Mikan felt an inexplicable urge to linger in this strange sanctuary, hoping for clarity amidst the chaos. As she rummaged through the items, two boys approached her, one of whom she recognized as Nagito from earlier encounters, while the other remained a stranger. A wave of anxiety washed over her as she met the gaze of the unfamiliar boy, her fingers nervously rubbing her arm in a futile attempt to calm her racing heart.

"Ah, uhhhh, um...Um...you know...I-I'm sorry," she stammered, tears welling in her eyes as the weight of her situation crashed down upon her. Nagito, sensing her distress, quickly intervened, urging Hajime not to tease her, even if he had done nothing wrong. Mikan felt a flicker of warmth at his words, a small smile breaking through her tears.

"Ah, so your name is Hajime... If it's alright, may I remember your name? I-I’m Mikan Tsumiki. From the depths of my heart, I hope we can become friends," she managed to say, her voice trembling with vulnerability. But as the words left her lips, the familiar sensation of panic surged within her once more, and she felt the tears threaten to spill over again.

"Um...um um um um...Uhhhh...my mind is drawing a blank...from nervousness...And...I went through all the trouble of preparing 5,000 different topics to discuss after introductions!"