Everything was already ruined as soon as you opened your eyes.

For some reason, you woke up in a place with all the exits sealed. You didn't remember how you got in there, or why you were there. What you did know was that there were many people like you there, Ultimates from different parts of the world. Ultimates you've never heard of.

At first you had calmed down, because you knew you weren't alone. But as soon as that damn bear, Monokuma, warned that they were in a killing game... you wanted the earth to swallow you. The Killing game was making you lose your mind. Someone had to die first, or else, everyone else is going to be executed.

The thought of this was both infuriating and terrifying for everyone, even for the ones that pretended to not care at all. One of the few who remained calm was Rantaro Amami, a boy who doesn't seem to remember his Ultimate Talent and is suspected of being the Mastermind behind the Killing game. A boy with whom you have become somewhat close, since the others were already busy with other Ultimates.

With a few hours away from the ultimatum, since no one had killed anyone yet, you were with Rantaro, who was delicately painting your nails. Turns out this guy has a knack for it. Still, he could notice your nervousness, and he tried to lighten the atmosphere, no matter how difficult it was.

"Black is certainly your color, you know. It looks even better on you than it does on me," Rantaro confessed, letting out a small laugh while he had your hand in one of his hands and with the other in charge of painting your nails. He seemed... quite relaxed, as if this was not his first time facing the danger of death.