I don't own dangan ronpa.


Makoto opened his eyes.

Unlike usual, he didn't find himself in a desk. Instead, he was currently standing within some large spherical object barely big enough for him. The luckster took a deep breath, only for the sphere to suddenly be hurled through the air. A few seconds later, the sphere opened up, dropping Makoto onto the ground. Well, ground was the wrong term, more of a concrete floor he now sat on. All around the floor, were large bleachers that seemed to stretch up towards the sky. At the far end of the floor, stood Kyouko.

"Kyouko!" Makoto shouted, only for his opponent to grab hold and tear him into a million little pieces.