CW: Brief Descriptions of Gore/Blood
Shadows of the Past
"And heading into our next topic for this evening," a middle-aged female newscaster said, "We bring you an update on the recent news, regarding the resurgence of another killing game that took place months ago. It has been revealed that there were four bodies found in the abandoned Ichizaki orphanage's library wing behind a secret door!"
I feel like I'm going to be thrown off my seat with how oddly excited she was, but somehow, she still remained calm and collected. The ratings must've been worth it...
"Authorities have been scouring the scene for any clues regarding the mastermind's whereabouts," she continued to drone on, "While two out of the four corpses have not been clearly identified, the other two have been confirmed as former Ultimate students of Hope's Peak Academy."
Hmph, how long did it take those morons to figure it out…..
"Reporting live, we have Katsutaro Nishida on the scene of this devastating tragedy," the monitor off to her side showed footage of a relatively handsome young man with a clean-shaven face, forced serious look and wearing some amalgamation of a raincoat.
"Thanks Yumiko," he nodded his head as his face took center screen, cutting away from her, "I am here at the Ichizaki orphanage's entrance where police are still searching the scene after months of canvassing the area and questioning witnesses, as well as the remaining survivors."
Seems like being a pretty boy just isn't your thing, congrats to the makeup crew for covering the dark circles hiding how sleepless you actually look. The twitchy fingers and voice cracking, seems like someone skipped their morning coffee.
"According to the police coroner's reports, it appears the first corpse is that of the former Ultimate Oboist, Seara Yuzumata, aged 20 and the second identified corpse is former Ultimate Freediver, Taichi Harazumi, aged 21."
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"The parents of the two victims have ID'd their children's bodies and are currently in a moment of grieving. Yuzumata was noted as a friendly and energetic soul, someone with a passion for music and was a gifted prodigy during her time in the academy's prestigious orchestra."
Seara….always so doting and sweet like honey….never mean or nasty…..always talked about so highly….fake ass bitch.
"Harazumi was the star athlete of the school's diving team," the reporter continued praising these two as if they were his own children, "Known for breaking the world record for holding his breath under water for almost twenty minutes, he was a caring soul who looked out for the little guy. A shining athlete, lost to us from beyond the grave."
What's so great about that pretentious tool…..sure he may have been selfless, but he was a reckless idiot…...he put others' lives before his own without thinking of the consequences….someone please hand him a Darwin award.
"Police refused to give further details regarding this ongoing case and still haven't identified the other two bodies, but we'll keep you updated on any findings we may come across, back to you in the studio Yumiko!"
"Thanks, Katsutaro for keeping us posted," the screen cut back to her, the tacky lipstick is more prominent than before the cutaway, "Next up, we have shocking images of what looks to be the aftermath of a gruesome forest-centric killing game. An unknown source, who wishes to remain unidentified, has given us permission to show you these images. Viewer discretion is advised for the faint of heart, take a look."
As the words escaped her lips, live images were plastered on screen depicting what looked to be some sickeningly disgusting snuff film turned into some blood-soaked gore fest, with some features censored for a general audience.
The faces of the victims, the ones who were distinguishable, were obscured and blurred out for posterity's sake, and their mangled corpses lay rotting on the ground as maggots, earthworms, flies and other disgusting parasites started to slip into the crevices of exposed skin and bone.
Dried crimson blood painted the barks of old withering trees, the grass was burned to a crisp and swarming with the victims' guts and organs sprawled around like a macabre art piece. The brittle bones and skulls of each unidentified victim poked out from beneath the muddy earth, and it appears the bodies were all tossed around a large tree, as if to symbolize some cultish ritual.
"Police have not been able to identify the victims as of yet, but they are hard at work determining the results of each individual autopsy," she still hasn't finished talking our ears off, "But the three survivors who did escape the bloodbath, were too scared to give further comments, so we'll update you on that later."
The sensation of turning off the tv was an enticing one at that. I'll admit, hearing of other remnant exploits such as these did make me internally cringe. Then again, I don't think I have much room to talk given what I've done myself.
More news trickled in, one after the other, all the same topic of the night: killing games gone wrong! As if one happening successfully would be a good thing...
One detailed a large explosion where no one survived, not even the mastermind from what the reports are saying near a skyscraper construction site. Another one about desperate and traumatized victims who survived harrowing science experiments in an old hospital. One game even went as far as torturing each participant before chasing them around a large maze and repeating the sadistic process over and over again.
"That's all the information we have for you tonight," she had finally finished her droning monologue, "Reporting live at the TV Tokyo station, I'm Yumiko Ogai. We now bring you to the weather with…."
Ignoring the rest of what she had to say, I grabbed the nearby remote from the musty brown nightstand next to my bed and shut it off. I tossed the remote to the other individual bed, plopping my body against the smelly sheets of the motel room I resided in. The faint smell of urine, vomit and other excretions ran afoul of the room, but the smell was the least threatening thing about the rundown and dilapidated room.
I didn't have the money to splurge, especially as someone on the run from the law. This cheap motel was the next best thing I could get on such short notice, the seedy front desk receptionist didn't seem to care either way, she was probably happy someone finally chose this specific room.
I blinked a few times, staring listlessly at the tacky beige popcorn fit ceiling, hoping to inhale some asbestos to rid myself of this mortal coil I call a human existence. I raised my body off the moist bed covers, tossing them aside as I opted for the oddly comfortable couch cushions instead.
"I'm so hungry…." my stomach grumbled, interrupting my thoughts, "Where's the nearest convenience store?"
I had to toss out my old cell phone, fearing that they might have been tracking me, so I had to rely on physical road maps, talking with the locals and keeping my presence as under the radar as possible. I gave up trying to pretend everything was normal and headed over to the bathroom.
The small room smelt nicer than inside the main bedroom, something similar to lemon scented lilies. The shower curtain was torn at the seams, but the water was functioning properly, the toilet looked like it'd seen better days and the sink was clogged with loose strands of hair and what looked to be green snot and some unnamed brown liquid.
"Hmph…." I tried to hold my breath as much as I could, observing my appearance in the slightly cracked mirror.
Dark violet strands of wavy short hair decorated the sides of my head, fashioned into some semblance of a manageable pseudo bob. Tired almond shaped bright purple eyes with no glimmer to them, devoid of shine or sparkle. Pale skin accompanied by a skinny figure, long arms, painted black short nails and thin legs. A borderline sallow looking figure stared back at me, a shell of their former self.
I had worn the same clothes I had since last time. A simple black off the shoulder top with a red thorny rose motif on the front, a plain white spaghetti strap tank top underneath with one strap visible around my right shoulder, a plaid black and purple A-Line lace up skirt with pleated ends, black spiny branch ombre leggings and finally gray converse sneakers with a purple skull and white skeleton hand design on the sides.
I kept my accessories simple, that being a simple black necklace with a black skeleton rib cage with diamonds along the sternum and a small purple gemstone placed where the heart was and a small, spiked punk cuffed bracelet around my left wrist.
A few needless seconds of assessing my visage later, I exited the bathroom, grabbing whatever things I had left and proceeded to make my way out.
"Maybe I should spend another night here….." I thought aloud, "After a deep scrubbing and design overhaul."
I turned off the light switch, took the motel key from the ashtray near the window side desk and didn't look back. Even though I felt alone, the notion that someone was watching me from afar made me nauseous. The instinct habit to carry my tote bag with me everywhere became a nasty habit, a vice almost with how quickly I've changed hiding spots.
The evening sky was colored a raven black hue, faint stars lit up the night as the crickets chirped near the overgrown grassy foliage. The lonely sidewalks that separated the streets from the outside was distinct in nature, streetlights decorated each passing turn, hobos and vagrants sat in cozy hollows in alleyways and abandoned buildings and the casual night goer wearing the trendiest fashion out, loitered with their friends and partners, smoking and drinking the night away without a care in the world.
"Convenience store…." I scoured the streets, noticing a small twenty-four open convenience store a few feet away, "Just my luck."
I ignored the hustle and bustle of outer Tokyo nightlife, rushing over as fast as my legs could carry me before I entered through the automatic doors.
"Hi and welcome to Swift Mart!" a perky male convenience clerk greeted me, "Please let me know if you need any assistance ma'am."
Ma'am? Am I getting that old already? I didn't know twenty-one was my golden year. Enough dwelling, time to search for groceries.
I acknowledged the clerk with a passive nod, grabbing a small basket and walking to the back of the store near where the fridges, freezers and magazines were. I perused my options from sugary sweet sodas, lactose intolerant inducing milk, seemingly organic fruit juices and plain bottled water that looked like tap water with a fancy logo.
"Hmm...maybe I should give strawberry milk a try?" I pondered, feeling the cool blast of breeze brushing against my cheek as I opened the fridge, grabbing one small carton of milk, two bottles of water and one pouch of orange juice."
"Hey! Did you see that creepy news story earlier?" a woman's voice said aloud, "It's super freaky!" voices came from the front of the store.
"Huh? Wazzat?" a tough man responded, "Don't know, don't care."
"Aww Kaiji….don't be such a buzzkill!" the trendy girl shrieked, smacking her male companion on the back of his leather jacket.
"Ah fuck Mika! Watch the new threads aight?!" his irritation grew slightly from the altercation, "Since you seem to care so much, mind telling me about it, babe?"
"It's about those uh..what were they called again? Oh right, killing games!" she forgot but then had a lightbulb moment, "Yeah, the pics they showed and the looks on their faces, oh my gosh! They were very scary…."
"That's all fake news, Mi-chan," her boyfriend I'm assuming chuckled, "Probably some shitty nonsense made up by the Future Foundation to scare us straight or some shit. What do they call it, propaganda?"
I paused to listen in more on their vapid conversation, filling my basket with random essentials such as a large bag of cheddar potato chips, four plain ramen cups, some tuna onigiri, two ham sandwiches and one chocolate strawberry parfait. I didn't know what possessed me to grab so many items, but who knew how long I'd be stuck at that god forsaken motel.
"But like, aren't they the good guys?" Mika put her finger to her cheek, grabbing a fashion magazine from a nearby rack, "What do they have to hide? Do you think there's some conspiracy going around, Kai?"
"Babe, right now I don't need to hear any more of this political shit," Kaiji rolled his eyes, purchasing fried tempura shrimp, sushi platters and a few bottles of sake and wine, "We're gonna be late for the party! Get yer shit in order."
"Kay kay!" she smiled, snagging a few strawberry cream sandwiches as her partner paid for them with his credit card, most likely stolen from his well-off parents.
"Thank you for your purchase, have a nice evening!" the clerk bowed at them, the couple ignoring him as they gossiped about other things.
Even after they left, I kept my head low as much as I could, collecting all the items in my basket. I checked inside my dark purple tote bag, noticing that I had some yen leftover from the last odd job I did for a few skeevy individuals.
"Shit…." I sighed, counting each yen coin in the palm of my hand, "Well so much for treating myself…."
I put some of the non-essential stuff back and only took two cups of ramen and a bottle of water instead, heading over to the cash register as I placed my basket on the countertop.
"I trust there was no issue with finding what you needed, miss?" his obnoxiously cheery voice snapped me out of my daze.
"Huh? Oh sure…" I halfheartedly said, emptying the contents and giving them to him to scan.
"Thank you, would you like to sign up for a premier discount for repeat visits?" he asked, a polite smile creeped on his face, one that I wanted to sucker punch so badly, "It'll be no extra cost, of course."
As if I'd humor the thought of staying here for too long, the notion almost made me chuckle. "No thank you, I'm in a hurry," I said firmly, crossing my arms.
"Ah I see, well give me a second to ring these up," he said, shrugging his shoulders, "I haven't seen you around town, are you new? Just passing through?"
Oh my god, shut up please, for the love of whatever god that you believe in. Stop trying to engage with me. I do not need anyone else prying into my freaking life.
"Yeah, I'm not staying long…" you idiot, stop talking to him, the more he knows, the more suspicious he gets.
"Alright then," he tapped a few keys on the cash register, blissfully unaware of my visible unease, "Your total is 350 yen, miss."
I handed him the right amount of money, double checking so that there are no extra coins mishandled and let him process the order. I looked around the lonely store, feeling a chill down my spine as it felt as if someone were observing me from afar.
"Here you are," he bagged all my items in a small plastic bag with the store's logo on the front, "Thank you for shopping with us, please come again."
Over my dead body.
I strolled out of the store noticing the clerk was still standing there, watching the tv in the corner of the room and munching on a nameless brand of potato chips. I suppose the pleasant store attitude was reserved for when customers rolled in.
I pondered stealing the items I had wanted to get, but any unnecessary attention drawn my way would land me in the crosshairs of the police, then the state government and finally the leaders of the Future Foundation. I abandoned the idea and started walking down the street towards the motel.
The constant pressure of having to look over my shoulder became second nature to me, as I walked down the dimly lit street corner. Nobody seemed to be following me, but the threat of a sudden surprise attack was not something I liked to imagine. Without anything left to lose, I sprinted when I saw the motel in sight.
I noticed two seedy looking men wearing yakuza styled suits doing deals behind an alley of the motel with another young man dressed in a hoodie and plain jeans, a young couple having sex right in the open behind a disgustingly overfilled dumpster and a few teenagers smoking as if they didn't care for the long term health consequences.
"Don't worry, just one more day and I can hightail it out of here…" I mentally coped with the thought as I approached my door and fumbled around for the key.
I entered my room, turned on the nearby light switch and dropped my stuff on the barely stable coffee table.
"Little late for a shopping venture dontcha think?"
I turned around almost falling on nothing as I hit a nearby lamp, readjusting myself as I saw a stranger lounging in my room. He sat back in one of the chairs, leaning with his left foot teetering himself back and forth, watching some trashy 90's sit-com I didn't know the name of.
He wore a baggy gray coat over his body, obscuring his physique but he kept his hood back which revealed his greased back dark hair, tan skin, dark blue eyes, stubble and sharp facial features.
Instead of answering back, I hastily rummaged through my tote bag and pulled out my taser.
"Haha, ah that was good!" he laughed at one character's lame joke, "I tell ya they don't make 'em like they used to. The real comedy died a long time ago, people nowadays just don't have the balls to really shock ya, you know? Kids these days are too damn sensitive."
"W-Who are you!?" I shouted at him, my body trembling, "H-How did you get in here?! How did you find me!?"
He turned off his tv show, tossing the remote aside and facing me directly with a confident yet serious look on his face, "Now that would be a dumb question now, given your circumstances, darling. You ought to know this by now."
He's right, asking that would be a fool's errand, "Ah I see….you're here to assassinate me, aren't you?"
"Well, aren't you a smart girl, they told me that you'd be a hard one to pinpoint," He smirked, pulling back his coat to reveal he was wearing a form fitting black t-shirt that hugged his lean frame, long cargo pants strapped with an assortment of weapons tucked into his black combat boots, "But can you deduce how you'll die first?"
The strange man brandished two black unmarked pistols in his gloved hands and aimed them at my person. I instinctively ducked to the floor, as he started unloading all of his bullets, each one shooting through the tacky wallpaper of the motel room and breaking the nearby glass windows. I kept myself low to the ground, rolling underneath the bed as he stopped shooting.
"Playing hide and seek huh? Now that's cute," he joked, tossing the empty clips to the ground as he moved around to the side of the bed, "Well playtime's over!"
He crept to the floor, raised up the bed skirt to find nobody underneath and just like that, he was right where I wanted him.
"Looking for me, old man?" I announced, emerging from under the bed and pointing my own gun at him, "Who's playing games now," a little part of me cringed at how cheesy that sounded.
"Heh, I see," he laughed, his hands raised up, "I should've expected that, where'd you get that gun, little girl. Ain't it a little too big for ya?"
"I'll be the one asking the questions here," I firmly stated, the gun aimed at his chest, "Did they send you to come after me?"
"I'm not gonna snitch on my employer, sweetheart," he was enjoying this, his toothy grin taunted me the entire time, "But since I'm such a nice guy, you should know that there's a handsome bounty of a million dollars on your head and you're a high priority target."
Bold of him to assume that I'm worth such a huge sum, no law enforcement agency would risk a gamble like that, if they knew people would go to such violent means to acquire their targets. A ransom that high must be from someone who really wants me dead, which could only mean it was from them.
"Is that supposed to scare me?" I looked him dead in the eye, "You have to do better than that. Now tell me one good reason why I shouldn't shoot you right now."
"Because I'd be the only one who'd take you in alive," he seemed to inch away from the bed and towards the broken window, "You ain't got a chance in hell of getting out of this country in one piece, girl. You're better off handing that gun over to me and making this easier for the both of us."
How adorable of him to assume that I'd take my chances with some two-bit, amateur assassin who was easily outsmarted by a young girl. He wasn't the first one to say that line, or some variation of it, to me and he's not going to be the last.
In a brief moment of doubt, I trained my attention back on him and saw him get closer to me. I pointed my gun at his right knee and shot him twice.
"AAAAAAGH FUCK!" he yelped, dropping to the floor with a loud thud, "You fucking bitch!"
I loomed over him, walking over to the nearby side table, "Just be thankful I didn't shoot you in any of your vital areas." I grabbed my tote bag, gathered all the stuff I had on me and heard police sirens in the distance, "If you're lucky, the paramedics might save that leg of yours."
"Hah! You won't get very far, sweetheart," he was writhing in pain, hugging his injured leg and bleeding slowly on the soiled carpet, "You have no fucking idea what's headed your way!"
"Save it for the cops," I placed the handgun in a special plastic bag inside my tote bag, closed the door behind me and rushed out of the motel and dipped into an alleyway off to the side.
The police officers surrounded the motel, a whole slew of shady criminals and other residents exited their rooms as the cops pointed their guns at different suspects. Not looking back, I acted like nothing was wrong and sped walked from the active crime scene.
After a few hours of aimless wandering, I happened upon the outskirts of the city area, avoiding any open space near local officers and keeping to myself as salarymen, students, clubbers and other groups walked to and fro to their destinations.
"Shit! I don't have any more money to buy another hotel room…." I kept walking through the crowd, tired, hungry and really needing to use a restroom, "Need to find another convenience store…"
I brushed past groups of people, nudging past them as I finally spotted another store. I rushed inside and saw a bunch more people perusing and going about their daily tasks as some entered and exited behind me.
"Hi and welcome to Swift Mart!" the store clerk said, her greeting was curt and to the point.
I looked around the store, noting how similar it was to the other one aside from a few students chatting inside and a businessman or two searching the adult magazine section for their next tug session muse.
"Excuse me, where is the bathroom?" I asked the clerk impatiently.
She pointed to her right, showing a small hallway nook that pointed to a sign leading to the restroom, "It's right over there, can't miss it."
"Thanks," I nodded, immediately making a beeline for the women's restroom, opening the door.
Despite the small looking exterior of the convenience store, the restrooms were decently sized and surprisingly not as dirty as the motel I resided in. There were only two toilet stalls, three sinks and a hand towel dispenser alongside a hot air dryer and half broken hand soap container.
I turned my head to see a lone store clerk cleaning one of the vacant sinks, she seemed to be humming a tune as she looked up at me, "Don't mind me, just finishing up here."
"I see…" I looked at her with her cleaning cart off to the side and a spray bottle in her hand.
I brushed her off and headed to one of the stalls, jiggling the handle and entering inside. I rested my tote bag on a nearby hook on the door and began doing my business. Seconds turned to minutes as I tried to maintain a calm disposition and clear head, wondering where I was going to find a place to stay in this huge, bustling city.
"I could do another odd job," I thought to myself, "But do I really want to risk doing another shady deal if things go south? I could get a part time job, but that'd be a stupid move on my part," I tugged at my hair in frustration, "Do I pretend that I'm a runaway vagrant looking for shelter? Do I wander on someone's doorstep hoping that they aren't some freaky axe wielding serial killer who hunts young women for fun?"
A few senseless moments passed by as I grabbed my things, exited the stall and headed over to the sinks. I turned on the faucets, spritzed on some hand soap and started freshening up, splashing some water in my face to relieve some stress.
"How did I end up in this nightmare?" Why am I asking that, I should very well know the answer. "How did I lose my humanity so fast?" You were a reckless idiot who trusted the wrong people. "Why did they have to be the ones to die?" Because you harbored grudges you could never get over and refused to handle like a normal adult woman.
The cool water continued to run as I mentally battled my thoughts of doubt and anger. My ego was the reason I fell so far, my pride was hurt, and I wanted to lash out at the people I felt were responsible. I'm such a stupid, pathetic, miserable, loathsome, whiny and intolerable brat.
I don't deserve anyone's forgiveness…..not even theirs….I deserve to die alone.
"Excuse me miss," I felt a tap on my shoulder as someone called out to me, "You left this inside the stall."
I turned around to see who it was, "What- Ack!" A quick spritz of spray surprised me as I scrunched up my face and searched around for a tissue.
"Wow, you actually fell for that one," the girl cleaning the restroom smiled mischievously, "I don't know how you've lasted this long, Reiko Usotsuki." She continued to gloat and mock me, "I just can't believe I got you this quickly! It's almost laughable."
I tried to wipe my face, but all I felt was numb sleepiness. I slowly dropped to my knees, trying to feel my face but my vision was blurry, and I felt weak. She must have dosed me with some kind of anesthetic or sulfur spray, whatever it was, I was too late to react as I saw her fuzzy image standing over me as I fell to the floor.
"Thanks for making this easy for me, cutie," she snickered, "Sweet dreams now~"
I couldn't even muster the strength to crawl or even say anything back, my limbs were useless as I felt myself being dragged out of the restroom through a back entrance. My eyelids grew more and more heavy as I saw another figure standing next to my mystery assailant. My ears somehow made out what it was they were saying to each other.
"Job well done, here's your payment." their voice was indistinct, covered in a shapeless outfit to hide themselves and they wore a strange mask on their face, "She's perfect for the-"
The person's voice cut off as I soon fell asleep, that was when things came falling down, like dominoes lined up in place. I couldn't do anything at that moment, I was powerless….
Is this the end for me?
A/N: Hello everyone, surprise! This is the beginning chapter to a story that I've been wanting to work on for the longest time now and I'm happy to say that I can finally put it out there for you all to see. Now before you go and type up a strongly worded review, complaining that I'm doing this for attention and I know I put my previous stories on hiatus, but with this one I want this story to become my main focus for the time being.
I know that starting this despite what I recently posted is not ideal, but in all honesty, I love writing murder mysteries and I really think this one will make a good impression. This time I won't be tackling more than one story at a time, so hopefully this one stands out because of that. This concept has been probably one of my most anticipated ones to date, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
Anyway, for those who are not sure what I'm talking about, Your False Words is centered around a unique premise I came up with a few years ago when I was planning this entire saga. Danganronpa had always had a unique setting and style to me, and I always wanted to explore more of it.
One day I thought to myself, what if there were ex-remnants or devout believers of Junko's Tragedy who decided to form their own killing games in her honor? A twist to this however, what if those remnants bit off more than they could chew, and their own killing games ended up failing miserably for many different reasons?
Welcome to Your False Words, your OC/s will be former masterminds who've royally fucked up their killing games. As failed masterminds, they are all on the run from the law and the Future Foundation, trying to find ways to escape their never-ending failures while also dodging assassination attempts on their lives. Not only are they being hunted by the good guys, but some are also being hunted by their own, ones who aren't so nice with traitors and turncoats.
If you want to know more, you're free to ask me in the PMs, but for a more in-depth summary, this story will be focused on said failed masterminds essentially getting a taste of their own medicine and being put in their own collective killing game inspired after the original trial based killing game. These masterminds have all fashioned their own killing games around certain themes, gimmicks and have even deviated from the traditional formula.
For example, your OC could be the Ultimate Cultist who performed a killing game with deathly seances and secret rituals. An Ultimate Biologist who treats their victims as if they were lab rats fighting for survival or your failed mastermind can just straight up have turned their game into a battle royale or free for all bloodbaths. I hope this makes it a bit easier to digest. :3
Since this story will be a lot more sinister and darker, you're free to make a mastermind as evil as you want, someone despicable and cruel even. You're also free to make them an innocent sweetheart with a body count in the triple digits, the sky's the limit. You're encouraged to experiment with your OC concepts as much as you want, originality is key for this one and if all your OC have justified reasons and all regret creating their games, then that's no fun. Being bad has never been so enticing, if you ask me~
Cheesiness aside, this is probably one of my most ambitious Danganronpa fanfics to date and I want to see it through like the rest of my stories. I know that doesn't say much now, but I say who cares. I want to share my love for the series with you all, I wonder if it shows lmao.
That being said, this story will explore dark and severe subject material at certain points that some people might find offensive, triggering, taboo or heinous. I highly advise viewer discretion here, if you wish to read this story. If you choose not to read my story, I completely understand and I hope you have a wonderful day reading the other wonderful fanfics on this website.
For those who are curious about this story and the concept, I'd love to answer your questions and queries. Did you like the intro? I wanted to go for a more action packed centric one compared to my other stories, so I hope I delivered there. Reiko sure is a complex character, isn't she? What do you think of what's been shown of her so far? I'd love to hear your thoughts in the reviews down below.
The form for this story will be on my profile for those interested in sending a character and the deadline for this will be November 1st. If you require an extension past that date, I will extend it to November 7th.
Without further ado, here is the cast roster and the submissions I have received so far:
SUBMISSIONS
20x Males
18x Females
0x Non-Binary
1x Waiter
1x Yukigassen Player
1x Softball Player
1x Escape Game Creator
1x Human Behavior Analyst
1x Tyrant
1x Bookie
2x Playwright
1x Screenwriter
1x Children's Party Planner
1x Edgic Rater
1x Makeup Artist
1x Polymath
1x Train Engineer
1x Couples Therapist
1x Thanatologist
1x Propagandist
1x Spelunker
1x Masseuse
1x Mortician
1x TV Producer
1x Beekeeper
1x Paranormal Expert
1x Model
1x Lucky Student
1x Field Mechanic
1x Xenologist
1x Puzzle Maker
2x Ringmaster
1x Taxidermist
1x Pyrotechnician
1x Shakespeare Actress
1x Haunted House Maker
1x Toxicologist
1x Confectioner
1x ?
YFW ROSTER
Males:
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Females:
Reiko Usotsuki - Former Ultimate Criminal Profiler (Me)
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I hope you all enjoyed this intro, have a wonderful day, night, holiday or whatever it is you are celebrating, and I will see you all in the next update or whenever I decide to post next.
Happy reading my fellow readers, authors and otaku alike, bye bye!
