Explosions, screams and massacres were the spectacle of the day in Towa City since Junko Enoshima dragged the world into a spiral of despair. The city was partly in ruins, some buildings collapsed and some fortunately moderately intact.

Izuru Kamukura wandered around the city, observing the world he had, deliberately or not, helped to destroy, completely indifferent to his surroundings. For a genius like him, predicting the course of action the world would take was as easy as blinking, so everything around him was predictable. Or so he thought, until, as he passed through an alleyway, he noticed a little child curled up in the corner, trembling.