My name is ###### #######...
Nice to meet you, ######...
I can't stay in here any longer...!
No one is coming to rescue us...!
I have to get out...
I have to get out...!
If I don't...
I'll...!
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Sayaka awoke with a start. She sat up, rubbing her head. What was that dream? And where was she...?
Looking around, the memories came flooding back.
She was trapped in Hope's Peak Academy.
As she remembered this cold, undeniable fact, a fresh wave of hopelessness washed over her. If she wanted to get out, she would have to
Kill Someone And You Can Leave
Sayaka jerked up in surprise. That voice...had she imagined it?
Looking around her room, which was as devoid of other people as it usually was, she concluded she must have...
Her room.
Why did that phrase sound...wrong?
She knew part of why, of course. No matter how long she stayed here, this would never feel like her room. But still, something else seemed off...
She shook her head, trying to clear it. It was probably just her imagination.
Looking at the clock next to her bed, her eyes widened. It was nearly time to meet with everyone in the cafeteria. How had she slept in this late?
As she got up, she thought about the meeting some more. She was thankful for the fact that she wasn't alone, that she had friends with her like Makoto-
Makoto?
All of a sudden, she realized what was off. She had swapped rooms with Makoto the night before, so why was she back in her old room?
Had she dreamt the story up? Had she imagined the fact that she had looked for comfort from Makoto after her door had begun rattling during the night?
A Lie.
Wait.
Her door hadn't rattled during the night.
But she distinctly remembered saying to Makoto that it had. Why would she lie about that?
Thinking about it some more, it seemed more and more likely that it was a dream. That seemed to be the only possible reason that her memories were so jumbled up.
She sighed. The only way to truly find out what was going on, she thought as she walked to the door, was to ask Makoto. He could verify whether it had been a dream or not. She made to open the door and-
-grabbed empty air.
Sayaka blinked. What?
She looked at the door. It was still there, handle and all. So why couldn't she grab it? Was she really so out of sorts that she couldn't see straight?
She cautiously extended her hand towards the door again-
-and froze.
Everything she had been thinking about was suddenly shunted to the back of her mind as she gazed at her hand.
What she was seeing wasn't real...right?
She was dreaming...right?
She couldn't actually be...
NOT A DREAM
Transparent?