I don't own Dangan Ronpa.


Makoto followed the path. If he could call it that. More of an asphalt sidewalk than some questionable dirt trail, so a bike path in other words. Good on this random tropical island choosing to keep their emissions down.

"Yeah, I can't be murdered by a car then." the luckster muttered, looking about just in case. Thankfully, no cars took issue with his statement. Better yet, I don't think I've seen cars that could smash into you. Not without letting them have a head start. "You're not helping your case. At all."

In the distance, a large building stood. As he got closer, he was able to make some sort of aircraft through the large glass wall. They weren't anything incredible, but still sort of cool to see. He had always wanted to ride in an airplane, possibly see the world. Considering his current situation, more a pipe dream than anything else. Nonetheless, he headed inside. Sadly, the actual interior left much to be desired - a blank room with what looked to be airplanes just out of reach.

"Hello, Makoto."

The luckster turned around, finding a black-haired girl standing before him. Dressed in a white blouse and black skirt with a matching pair of boots, there appeared to be spike holes on their body. Uh... that's normal. Usually kills people. But not here. Guess they walk that off as if it's nothing.

"Mukuro Ikusaba." Makoto muttered, taking a deep breath as questions swirled in his mind. How did he know this person, how did she know his name, where did they meet? Better yet, what the fuck is she doing in a place like this? Normally, it was only

"Does this ever get old to you, Hope?"

Makoto stared towards her, only to walk away. Truly a gentleman we got here.