Entry 1
I'm not sure what they want me to write in this thing. No one's going to read this but Ms. Gekkohara had said that this would be an outlet for whatever I'm feeling.
I guess I should start at the beginning, My name is Ryoko Otonashi, at least I'm pretty sure it is. I was apparently rescued from Hope's peak academy. I'm not entirely sure what I was rescued from, but the general answer is that I'm better off not knowing.
Although I can't remember anything, I can tell that the others are wary of me. Aoi and Yasuhiro try to be friendly towards me but it seems like they're always on eggshells. Byakuya and Toko look at me with murderous intent, although that just might be how they are. I can't get a read on Kyoko at all, although she really doesn't want to talk to me.
The only one that I feel genuine warmth and friendliness from is Makoto Naegi. I can see that the others think him foolish for trusting me. It makes me wonder who I was before, but Naegi keeps telling me that who I am now is more important.
We were picked up by Future Foundation shortly after we escaped. They didn't like me either. I probably would have died if Makoto wasn't there. They stuck me into a cell and discussed what to do with me.
They subjected me to some basic psychological evaluation. It would have been hard to get a read on Ms. Gekkohara, if it weren't for the fact that she spoke through a little bunny avatar that wore it's heart on it's sleeves.
It's been a week and all I have is two friends and this journal. The Future Foundation is so keen on keeping secrets from me. Makoto says that it's for the best and they will tell me when the time is right.
Entry 2
So, they did find a School Record for a Ryoko Otonashi along with all the other data they managed to find in the school. Apparently, I'm the Ultimate Analyst; Odd talent for a girl with a history of Memory Loss. Apparently I have both Retrograde and Anterograde amnesia. I find that part a bit unbelievable. Sure, I don't know anything about my past, but I do remember everything from when I 'Woke up'.
Thinking about it, I guess an analyst would be a good talent for one with memory loss. Less things to interfere with an objective viewpoint. I can still tell that they're hiding something, even Makoto seems uneasy when I approach the subject.
Speaking of, everyone had their memories restored to them this week. Myself excluded of course. Ms. Gekkohara said that my past experience with Memory Loss could prove disastrous if I were to go through the procedure. If we go completely by my file, then It would be sound reasoning. The stimulation used in the memory recovery procedure would surely fry my brain.
But I'm not so sure about this file. I've retained memories from the last few weeks, so It's impossible for me to have any kind of short term memory loss. They realize this, and they know I realize this. I will get to the bottom of this.
Perhaps I'm closer to Kyoko than I thought.
Entry 3
Junko Enoshima…
That's a name that's almost impossible to escape from in Future Foundation. They would try to refrain from saying her name whenever I was around… Now I understand why.
Junko Enoshima was the mastermind behind the The Biggest, Most Awful, Most Tragic Event in Human History. She had the deaths of many on her hands. Wars were fought just for war's sake. The School life of Mutual killing took the lives of ten students including her sister.
I… Used to be... Junko Enoshima.
Makoto had entered my room with some other foundation agents. He had told me that it was time I knew the truth. Apparently the truth required handcuffs.
Then they showed me the truth. The things I already knew and then the things I didn't know. It was Future Foundation that took away my memories of being Junko. They had wanted to Execute me, but Makoto had pointed out that killing me would make them no better than her. Besides, if any of what the others had said was the truth, Junko would've probably just gotten off on it. So the Foundation decided to wipe her memories.
Ryoko Otonashi was a name I came up with myself. Apparently I still had memories from the last time I came to, albeit That Ryoko is still a different person from who I am now.
I don't know how long I cried for. Makoto had said that I had killed someone the last time I learned who I really was. He had also reminded me that who I am is more important than who I used to be.
That didn't stop me from crying. Makoto and Kyoko both escorted me back to my room to let it all out.
The tears stopped, but my despair didn't. That's right, I was feeling despair. I don't see how I could enjoy this. It felt horrible, and I swear not to let anyone else succumb to it.