If you weren't warned already, this contains MAJOR V3 spoilers. Seriously.

Not Good

She was awake. God, who knew where they were, or how their lives would be, but they were all awake. Himiko let out a groan, her first instinct to roll back over and fall asleep. Maki and Shuuichi were with her, she knew, but Tenko would wake her up soon enough, to get out some of that energy she always had. Tenko would be there to encourage her out of bed and talk eagerly about the day.

Wait.

Tenko.

Tenko was gone. She had tried so hard to protect and be a great friend to Himiko. Himiko knew there was something more under that affection, and, despite finding Tenko too much to handle at times, felt herself having the same feelings. It was her love of Himiko that got her killed. She knew how sad she was after Angie died, and decided to go to the ritual.

Angie was gone too, and yes, Himiko did know this, yes, Himiko was thinking correctly. But, without the two of her friends with her, right after the destruction of Danganronpa, there was the smallest thought they could come back. Were they even real? Were any of these feelings real?

Her heart pained as she thought more about the implications Tsumugi had laid. Regardless of whether she wanted to believe it or not, they had all signed up for the killing game. They all could have wanted to murder or even be killed. Himiko found herself waking up, finally, just to see what had changed. She, Shuuichi, and Maki were in a room, with sickeningly white walls.

Shuuichi was up. It looked like he had been for a while, and his eyes met Himiko's. There was a moment of silence between them. Something looked off about Shuuichi Saihara, but Himiko couldn't place her finger on it. It was probably best not to. "Himiko Yumeno." He spoke.

It was not a question of her name. It was a question of certainty that they were the same person. Himiko slowly nodded, her tired eyes falling to the floor. "Shuuichi Saihara," she replied, doing the same thing in her small voice.

There was almost a moment of understanding and reassurance. Shuuichi scratched the back of his head. His hair looked longer. "How are you?" he asked, his voice stilted and slow, as if there was something wrong with his throat.

Himiko thought about how not even the three could trust each other. They were not the same people they were in the show. They would have to figure out and greet each other all over again, trying to ignore the fact they had all signed up willingly to kill. The fact that Tenko, who she loved, was not there with her. How Angie, her best friend, was no longer with her. The fact they would probably have to go out and meet the people how made the awful game happen.

Himiko sighed. "Not good."

Shuuichi nodded, his eyes sparkling with grief and regret. "Me neither."