PJSK X DANGANRONPA
Hope. That’s what Mikudemy was supposed to represent. A gathering of the SHSL—talent, brilliance, perfection. So why did it feel like a trap? Ichika tried not to think about it. The silence in the halls. The way everyone avoided certain questions. And then there was MonoMIKU— smiling, always smiling. A week ago, she gave them tablets. “To communicate! To check on each other! To follow the rules~!” Rules. Strict. Unnatural. Like they weren’t meant to protect— but to control. Still… no one resisted. No one wanted to face what that meant. Until— A scream. Sharp. Sudden. Unmistakable. Ichika ran. The library doors were open. People were already gathering. Too late. Ena lay on the floor. Still. Silent. Gone. Akito’s voice cracked as he called out to her. No answer. Only silence. Only dread. Ichika felt it then, deep in her chest— Hope had been a lie. And in its place… Despair had taken over. The killing game had begun. (REUPLOAD)
About PJSK X DANGANRONPA
Hope. That’s what Mikudemy was supposed to represent. A gathering of the SHSL—talent, brilliance, perfection. So why did it feel like a trap? Ichika tried not to think about it. The silence in the halls. The way everyone avoided certain questions. And then there was MonoMIKU— smiling, always smiling. A week ago, she gave them tablets. “To commun...Read more