The classroom doors slam open. All eyes turn to you. Monokuma is sitting on the desk, kicking his feet. Monokuma: “Ohooo? Fashionably late? Or dramatically suspicious? Upupupu…” Makoto blinks first. “H-Hey… you’re okay, right? We thought something happened…” Kyoko’s eyes narrow slightly. She studies your clothes. Your hands. Your expression...Read more