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Makoto opened his eyes.

Instead of finding himself in the safety of his classroom, he was laying on the floor of a train car. Outside, everything was black, possibly dead from something stupid that Junko did. That, or one of her lackeys. You know how it is.

"What will it be this time?" he muttered, carefully standing himself up. While his legs wished to buckle, he held strong in the battle of keeping his balance. But that was the least of his worries.

"Is there someone here?"

For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, he had heard the voice of another person. Which likely meant they were going to kill him. Because of course they were.

"Depends." Makoto countered, a person jumping down right in front of him. That's uh... one way to make an entrance.

It was a teenage girl, probably around his age. She was dressed in a purplish blue kimono, decorated from head-to-toe in blossoms. Tabi sandals covered her feet and a pair of light green eyes stared towards him. Long blue hair trailed down to her waist, not at all taking away the kunai pointed to him.

"Uh... hi?"

The girl rolled her eyes.

"I'm Makoto Naegi, SHSL Luckster." Makoto continued and watched the girl pull herself up. Dusting herself up, she rolls her eyes. The kunai goes back into the sleeve of her outfit, but still well within grabbing. Because of course it was.

"That's odd." the girl answered and looked over our luckster. Then it's right back to the train car. Not really much to see here. Just the end of the world and everything related it. "My name is Misa Naegi. I'm the SHSL Kunoichi."