While the two girls bonded over their shared experiences with Danganronpa, two guys were on the verge of murdering each other in the dining hall.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" shouted a brown-haired boy, clutching the charm around his neck. He held out a knife he picked up from a nearby table, pointed at a boy a bit shorter than him, holding out a camera.

"Rinji.. I need.. that charm.." The boy's eyes seemed to be all white, as he approached him, camera close to his face. "Just.. one.. Picture.."

"No! This is my lucky charm! There's no way I'd ever remove it! Get the hell away from me, creep!" he hastily moved backwards, tripped, and landed on the floor.

The boy with the camera took a knife from a table as well and raised it over his head when-

"Hey!" A girl's voice rang out through the dining hall as both of the boys' heads turned. A girl with long brown hair and in a long blue robe rushed in, stopping in between the two boys.

"Explain yourselves! Why are you bullying this poor boy?" She scolded the kid with the camera.

"My name's Isamu Koizumi, miss, and I-"

"He's trying to steal my stuff!" The boy named Rinji cried, knife in hand.

"Calm down," The girl said. "He's not gonna steal your stuff anymore. Away from here, hellspawn!" She pointed towards the door as Isamu walked away slowly.

"Thank you," the boy said, brushing off dust as got up from the dining hall floor. "What's your name? When I get out of here alive I'll be sure to write you a check.."

"My name's Kohaku Owato. Pleasure to meet you."

"Rinji Ishibashi, miss. Thank you very much."

"Where'd you learn your mannerisms? You certainly seem politer than most boys around here."

"I'm self taught, ma'am. I've been studying abroad for quite some time now, and I didn't want to come off as rude when I came back to Japan.."

"Well, good on you. I hope you do well in our killing game."

"Y-you too, miss.."

The two left the room side by side, not speaking, nor did they need to. They already had formed a bond.

….

Circular lensed-glasses, green hair, Tsukiko Matsuzaki was not their first choice. She didn't seem like the type to do what she was going to do. Her mind wasn't twisted, her bust size wasn't huge, there wasn't too much going for her. Which is why she became the number one candidate.

She walked through the halls of Danganronpa Studios, following the directions on her e-Handbook. As she slowly walked, she silently observed the happenings around her. She always enjoyed the beauty of natural things, and the gift of electronic experience the creators were going to give her wasn't exactly her forte.

She opened a door where a man was waiting for her.

"Ah, Tsukiko. I understand you know what you're here for?"

…...

Tamotsu Umebara stood in the observatory, viewing the holographic map of Yoshida Island, where the killing would take place. Next to him, Masao Shigatsu. The two had already met and bonded on the bus, and had stuck together since. Though Tamotsu was more reserved and serious than Masao, the two had bonded. 'Our intentions just happen to overlap," Tamotsu had said. Masao didn't know what that meant, but he had a friend, so he didn't mind.

"What do you think?" Masao asked.

"It's boring." answered Tamotsu. "It's not a far off map from Season 34, where-"

"No, Season 34 was completely different," said Masao. "It's Season 24 with the similar map."

Tamotsu was struck. "Color me surprised," he said. "Didn't take you as the analytical type,

Really."

Masao smiled in spite of himself. "Well, if we're gonna be playing the game, we might as well know how to play it, y'know? I binged all 47 seasons last week to prepare." Tamotsu nodded in agreement.

"Sounds like you would make a trusting ally in a game of distrust. Watch your back, kid. Someone's gonna take advantage of it." He walked away, silently. Masao ran after him, shouting, "Hey! What's your problem? We're supposed to be working together her-" he was silenced suddenly. Tamotsu brought a gun out of his pocket and pointed it towards Masao's forehead.

"There's no 'working together' in a Mutual Killing Game, Shigatsu. There's no room for sentiment, either. So if you would kindly stop following me.." His voice never wavered, and his hold on his firearm didn't falter. Masao's face flushed red and he walked away angrily.

…..

Rantaro and Azame met at the golden Monokuma statue again.

"So where did you disappear off to?" Azame inquired. "I was trying to get to you, but you were nowhere to be found."

"Oh.. I was just.. talking to a friend." Rantaro said. Azame raised an eyebrow at his remark. "And is this friend a girl or a boy?"

"It's n-not really any of my buisness to say," Rantaro replied.

EARLIER

Midori Akayama arrived in her dorm alone. Or so she thought. Rantaro was already waiting for her behind her door. Before she knew it, she was pinned against the wall with a knife to her throat.

"Miss Akayama, I'd like to borrow your abilities for a while."

"W-what the hell is wrong with you?! Get off of me!"

"I know you're working with the mastermind this round, and I'd just like you to do me one favor."

"There's no way I'd do anything for you, creep!"

"Not the right choice." Rantaro pressed the knife enough to cut a small mark on her throat.

"W-what the fuck do you want from me?"

"Does that mean you'll comply?"

"Fine! Just get off of me!"

Rantaro stepped back, knife still pointed at her. "When we're in.. I need you to come after me."

"Are you an idiot? They erase our memories before we're dropped in!"

The green hair attacker shook his head. "Not the mastermind or any of the mastermind's accomplices."

"Then why are you asking me? Go find the mastermind for all I care!"

Rantaro threw the knife. It scraped the top of Akayama's head, cutting off a small tuft of hair.

"I don't know the mastermind, and judging by how you mention them, I'm guessing you don't, either. Which is why I'm asking you. Understand?"

"Fine, I'll come find you. Is there anything else you want from me?"

"I'll explain once we're on the island." Rantaro left without a word, leaving Akayama in her room, the knife stuck through the wall.

Midori giggled to herself. Idiot. She thought. You won't have any power over me once we're on the island. You won't even remember. She sat down on her bed as night set in over Danganronpa Studios, and the students fell into slumber.

Prologue Part 2: End

Remaining Survivors: 32

Class 54-A Status: n/a

Class 54-B Status: n/a