They did it. They killed the mastermind. They ended the killing game. This was the end. They had won. Junko Enoshima was dead. And it was Makoto naegi that sent her to that death. But the victory felt hollow like all the people involved felt it was not the best choice. But that was then, now everyone was getting supplies for the trek that would befall them through the "mono world" as Junko called it. But after the hell they went through they felt that this would be nothing to them… hell was nothing they could not handle anymore.

Which led them to now. All of them standing in front of the door to their future and the people that would make it better for each other.

Yasuhiro Hagakure, the ultimate clairvoyant although kind of a moron, was someone that could be trusted although just don't expect him to be too smart about it.

Aoi Asahina, the ultimate swimming pro/ ultimate donut lover, was likely the most physically adept of the group and the most loving member, someone to trust to the end in everyone's book.

Toko fukawa, the ultimate writer/ murderous fiend, although she is kinda (very) crazy in the end she means well even as her alternate personality genocide jack/sho, she couldn't bring herself to kill a single soul during the killing game, still a trustworthy face to any of them in the end.

Byakuya Togami, the ultimate affluent progeny, although he is kinda a dick, in the final moments of the killing game he helped all of them even when he didn't seem to care about any of them they could trust him although hardly.

Kyoko Kirigiri, the ultimate detective, was the unsung paladin of the group and one of the few to decipher who the mastermind could be before any of the others, and although she may be a bit antisocial and stone-faced you can tell she wants the best for the group and a different trustworthy face.

Makoto Neagi, the ultimate lucky student/ ultimate hope, the one who found out who was the mastermind and the only one to survive this hell as the hero who brought all of them out of despair, and the only one to survive an execution even if it was by pure luck.

These people that have looked hell in the face and scoffed at it and spit in its face were finally going to do it again.

"What do you think is going to be out there?" asked Hina

"Like chaos and war like we have never seen before." said Toko "but how bad could it be with master Byakuya with us?"

"Likely worse." said Byakuya "we did just survive a killing game where the people watching would love me killed."

"I predict it might not be as bad as we think it is!" said Yasuhiro "you never know what might be out there so it could have gotten better."

"I like your optimism but it is highly unlikely." said Kyoko before looking at Makoto, who was holding the key to their freedom "What's wrong Makoto?"

"Would you believe me if I said I was scared?" said Makoto. "As Hiro said, we don't know what is out there. I just don't know if we can fully handle what is out there."

"Believe me Makoto we all feel the same." said Hina as she delivered a brisk slap to Makoto's back making stumble a bit "we're all scared, but we are willing to take the first step we are just waiting on the guy with his finger on the button"

"You got this naggs!" said Hiro

"Saying we believe in you is kind of clashed but either way," said Toko "you got this… I guess"

"What we are trying to say is, press the goddamn button," said Byakuya

"You got us out of one stump, we owe it to ourselves to do the same with you." said Kyoko "so you got this, you always have."

"Thanks, guys," said Makoto as he finally opened the seal to the button inside it and he pressed it.

And the door that would lead to their future would open.

Pueri nolite flere. Incipit prologus: Disce per mortem

How does one deal with death? One Answer is common, you can never do it alone. How does one deal with waking up in a city that SHOULD be an apocalyptic version of Tokyo japan and instead of waking up in a futuristic utopia that is filled to the brim with life despite it being a night out… one does no but it would require friends as well, Witch Makoto does not seem to have around him at the moment. The City's nightlife assaulted Makoto's Eyes more than it should have. Maybe it was because he stayed in that school for as long as he did, Maybe it was because he has not gotten a decent night's sleep in ages, or maybe it was the crippling loss over people that he barely even knew… Maybe it is that last one having a bit more of an effect than you would think, but it was definitely the first one impacting him in some way with the second one being very impactful as well… the thoughts of Makoto's Head are weird… and Makoto would agree.

His eyes flickered open as the lights grew dimmer and dimmer until his eyes were purely open as he saw a flock of people standing around him, most of them were adults but there were some teens and young children around him as well, all of them with varying types of hair colors and clothes but all of them had one consistent thing about him, Concern for him. Sure they did not know him, and most of them did not care about him in the long run but they are worried about him… things are going great so far.

"Sir are you alright?" said a woman that seemed to be dressed as a policewoman

"Y-Yha? W-Where am I?"

"You're a Duelist Right? Oh boy, Kaito really should keep better track of his students. Are you sure you are ok sir? You look very banged up and your question seemed to be a bit suspicious of a question as to your current mental state." Said the Policewoman

"I-I am not sure… Where Am I?"

"Shit, not another one…" said the Policewoman before she moved her hand toward a device on her ear and spoke into it, "Yo boss… yha it another one of Kaito's favorite kids… yup the kid is a potential amnesiac… yup...alright I will bring the kid to him." she went to grab Makoto and swing his arm around her shoulder as she stood her up.

They walked through town with the lights still blinding to Makoto's eyes, yes they were adjusting slightly but they were still bright lights that were passing by at rates that he was not even familiar with when he was either in the academy or even in Tokyo, but it was like this city was always active, more so than Tokyo… but it was not. That was more than obvious to anyone from there. The city life was more bustling than it was in Tokyo and it was a lot more oriented toward passions of art and hobbyists alike as all of the world was baited in culture and beauty and history. That was until they reached a school of sorts. It looked to be a college or something like it… but it was gothic in style with galaxy-like stained glass windows for every window. The school looked like it was more of an art piece out of a piece of gothic literature… and the man standing in the door frame looked like he came right out of a gothic horror novel.

The man himself was of a fair height and he was dressed in the fairest of gothic robes, a long coat black coat that had blue lining and a set of blue cuffs around his wrists and his neck he had a cain with a dragon's head in hand. He took one step out of the doorframe and it was almost like lightning and thunderstruck with every footstep upon the ground as he got closer to the pair, but his face was also a lot easier to see. His blond and blue hair parting over his pale face as he stepped closer and closer and his pure gray eyes.

"I see you found another lost soul for me to take under my draconic wings." spoke the man, His voice was as smooth as silk as he said what seemed to be a joke like a statement

"What the heck is wrong with your hair?" Asked Makoto

"The Hell is wrong with yours." said The man, "Maranda… that is your name right? I am sorry I never remember anyone's names."

"Yes, my name is Miranda Mr. Kenjo."

"Thank you for correcting me (or proving me correct with this one) and thank you for bringing this one to me… he will have a good home here," said Kaito

"I know you will." said the woman before dropping Makoto into Kaito's Arms

"And you, my dear, have a good night," said Kaito with a slight bow before leaving with Makoto back toward the building… that was until Makoto fell asleep with his body sagging as he drifted off into sleep.