After making my way to what seemed to be the first floor. It seemed as though the entrance hall had been closed off, but there are still multiple areas to explore. As I walked towards the stairs to the basement, I heard two voices in the classroom next to the stairs. "Heeeeey! Wait for meeee!" A young excited voice said.

"Please stop! Don't come any closer!" Another cautious and concerned voice argued. I figured I might as well bite the bullet and check out what's going on. Opening the door, I saw two strange people. It was a boy wearing a metal outfit with white hair and ahoge being chased by another smaller boy who was wearing what looked like a stylised white straight jacket with a white and black checkered scarf around his neck. KI-B0, also known as Keebo, and Kokichi Oma. I internally groaned at myself for knowing their names already. Maybe I'm wrong. Is that asking for too much?

"C'mooooon! Wait up! Lemme touch your body a little! I've always wanted to be friends with a robot!" That's when your curiosity peaked.

"A robot? So does that mean you're the Ultimate Robot?" I asked.

"Ah! Are you interested in me? I suppose that's understandable. Yes. I am K1-B0, the Ultimate Robot! But please, address me as Keebo!" The robot said with a proud gaze.

"I see. I was right." Guess they're just giving out these Ultimate titles like they're free real estate. "Well, it's nice to meet you Keebo."

"That's not faaair! You can't be the only one who gets to show off!" The other boy pouted. "I'll introduce myself too!"

"Alright then. I was going to ask for your name anyway."

"I'm Kokichi Oma, the Ultimate Supreme Leader."

"Huh. This sounds like a set up to a joke. A robot, a supreme leader, and an amnesiac. That's quite the group we have going here."

"Amnesiac?" Keebo inquired.

"Oh, we can talk about that later. I'd rather talk about you guys first. So, mister Ultimate Robot, I imagine to get that title you have to be quite advanced, yeah?" I asked.

"That might be true, but I found out the hard way that a robot's breath smells like gasoline." Kokichi told me.

"My breath does not smell like gasoline! I am powered by electricity!" Keebo argued.

"Of course! I was kidding after all!" Kokichi chirped.

"You're not funny."

"Of course you don't think I'm funny. Robots can't understand human humor to begin with."

"Hey, don't make fun of him. That's probably robophobic." I jokingly said.

"Exactly! Finally someone understands!" Keebo said. Wait… is he serious? "But anyway, I was created by Professor Idabashi, the leading authority in the field of robotics. He installed in me a "strong AI," capable of learning and maturing like a human brain. That's why, at the time of my creation, I didn't know anything. I was like a baby. But the professor raised me like I was his own child. He taught me so many things… until finally, he enrolled me in high school. And now I stand here before you all! See? I'm just like everyone else!"

"Wow. That's actually a really heartwarming story. This Professor Idabashi must really care for you, like his own son." I said.

"Yes, and I'll always be grateful for his-."

"Hey, do robots have dicks?" Kokichi asked innocently. I couldn't help but snort at the absurdity of the question.

"Please do not ask ridiculous questions! And you, why are you laughing?" Keebo asked, seemingly offended by my laughter.

"See! Mystery Man gets my humor! Nothing a stupid robot like you could ever understand." Kokichi smirks as he places his arms behind his head. Keebo just makes an uncomfortable face as he stares at the Supreme Leader in disdain. Speaking of which…

"By the way, Kokichi. You're the Ultimate Supreme Leader, right? Does that mean you're like a dictator or something?" Kokichi laughs before turning to me with a coy smile.

"Oh you know. I'm just the supreme leader of an evil secret organization. That's all."

"Huh?"

"I gotta say, it's pretty impressive. My organization has over 10,000 members!"

"Really? That's quite impressive if you really are the lead-."

"Who knows? I am a liar, after all." Kokichi interrupts with a smirk.

"You were… lying?"

"Well, I am the supreme leader of an evil secret organization. That part was true!"

"I… see." I thought about what he said for a bit. If he's a liar, as he claims, then nothing he said could be true; however… "So what you're saying is that your organization does exist, but it's probably much smaller than what you're exaggerating it to be. You've probably added a few zeroes to the number, so it's probably just 10 members, though if you're an Ultimate, I wouldn't doubt you having 100 members in your 'evil secret organization'."

"You're actually believing him!?" Keebo exclaims.

"Well, there's a truth in every lie, right? Also, if Kokichi so readily calls himself out as a liar, who's to say he just lies. He could be twisting the truth or giving us half-truths, all of which fall under 'lying'. Besides, is exaggerating his talent really that bad?"

"Wow! You totally get me!" Kokichi beams. "See! I knew a human could understand my deep and complicated self, unlike the advanced romba over there."

"Do not mock me! I have far more capabilities compared to a mere romba!"

"Yeah yeah, whatever." Kokichi says as he looks at his hand. "Put that on hold, Kee-boy. I want to know about our resident mystery man here."

"Hmm… you are correct. I wish to know about him as well. What is your name, if I may ask?"

"Oh, well, if you have to call me anything, call me Rin Wakuri."

"What do you mean by that? Is that not your name?" Keebo asked.

"Well… I can't really remember anything."

"You don't remember!?"

"Nope. I woke up in a panic because of that. I managed to get some details that might be about myself, but I'm not too confident about it. There's something in the back of my head that's nagging me about it."

"I-I see. What about your talent? Can you at least remember that?"

"Kind of."

"Kind of?" Keebo repeated.

"I sort of remember not having one."

"Oh, so you're a boring normal person?" Kokichi scoffs. "That sounds like a lie."

"Well, it might be. I wouldn't know. The Monokubs think I have some sort of Ultimate. They told me to talk with the others to see if they know who I am. So, do you guys have any ideas?"

"No, unfortunately." Keebo says disappointedly.

"Nope!" Kokichi says, popping the 'P'.

"I see. I figured as much. I better go ask the others to see if they have any sort of idea about my identity."

"Hold up, Rinny!" Kokichi chirped.

"Rinny?" I asked.

"Yep! That's what I'm gonna call you!" Kokichi said happily. "So anyway, I just want to make sure. You really can't remember anything about yourself?"

"Nope." I said immediately. Kokichi stared at me for a moment, looking me up and down, before giving me an even bigger grin.

"I see. Alright. Your supreme leader gives you permission to leave now."

"I don't remember being a part of DICE." I say while chuckling to myself.

"Of course you're a part of my organization! Why else would you know it's name?" Kokichi said with a smile, though it looked like it twitched a bit.

"I don't know your organization's… wait." I stop myself. Did I just… but how? Knowing names is one thing, but knowing Kokichi's "secret" organization really has no explanation. What even is DICE?

DICE is Kokichi's secret organization, as he calls it. It is made up of him and ten others. Contrary to what Kokichi claims, his group only engage in petty non-violent pranks.

I blink and rub my now aching head. How do I know that!?

"So your organization is called DICE?" Keebo asked with a confused look.

"Who knows? I am a liar." Kokichi beamed. "But Rinny, you really are a part of my gang of misfits! And if you weren't I definitely would like you to be. You're interesting, after all. Not boring in the slightest. Would I lie to you?"

"I bet it depends on the situation." I shot back. "But, I guess I wouldn't mind being a part of this so-called 'organization' for now. That is, if you don't mind letting in a totally boring and average person like me."

"Oh, you're definitely not boring. Trust me on that." Kokichi says with a cunning grin. Keebo shoots me a worried look.

"Are you sure you should willingly accept his words and propositions so easily?"

"I'm sure it's fine. What's the worst that could happen?" I asked with a naive smile.

"A lot of things, I'm sure. Just be careful around him." I chuckled and nodded at Keebo's words. I waved goodbye before leaving the room.

Now, time to explore the basement. Heading down to the bottom of the stairs, I notice two rooms of interest. Hmm… only one way to solve this dilemma: eni meni mini that one. I push open the large doors and see a huge library. As I enter, I cough a bit from the large amount of dust that flew upward from moving the doors. Geez, do they have no one to clean down here, not to mention the smell of old books permeating the air here. I looked around, finding that it wasn't just dust that was piling up in this place. The library was practically overflowing with books, so much so that they all couldn't fit on the shelves and were piled up in groups on the floor. As a fan of reading (at least I think), it's slightly disappointing to see books ignored like that. I walk up to one of the book piles and pick up the first book I see.

"Modern Murders and How to Replicate Them." I read out the title. I stared at it for a moment before chucking the book behind me. Nope. Definitely not my cup of tea. Especially in a killing game. I quickly scan through some of the other books. Wow, they're almost all related to killing or murder in some way. What a waste of a library. Fortunately there are some decent books, so I guess that's something.

I groaned and I took another look around the place. Then I stopped as I looked at one of the bookshelves. Why was this one the only one without books on top of it? Considering there are books literally scattered around on the floor, why wouldn't they try to stack some books on top of this one bookshelf like they did with the others. I took a few steps towards the suspicious shelf, only to find even more suspicious things. Why are there drag marks in front of the shelf? I thought about it for a moment before I shot my head towards the shelf. No way. They wouldn't would they? It's so obvious and cliche, but what if-?

Before I could even touch the shelf, I heard the front doors to the library open up. I turn and see a girl with red eyes and long brown hair that was separated with two red scrunchies. She wore a normal looking red school uniform with a white bow laying on her chest. Maki Harukawa. She looked at me for a moment before walking to a corner of the room away from me. Oooookay? Guess she isn't a people person. Well, I still have to ask her if she knows me. "Excuse me, but you're one of the Ultimate students here, correct?"

"Yeah, that's right." She says matter of factly before looking away from me. Guess I just got to be blunt with her, or else I'll get nowhere.

"Do you mind telling me your name?" I asked as politely as I could. The girl sighed before turning back to me.

"Maki Harukawa… Ultimate Child Caregiver…"

"Ultimate Child Caregiver?" I asked.

"...Surprised? I don't look like someone who'd like kids, do I?"

"No, not at all." I quickly shut my mouth after I instinctively answered. Why did I say that out loud!? That's incredibly rude. Though, in my defense, this person is hardly what I would call 'Caregiver' material. Her gaze is sharp and focused, and her stance just reads tense. I doubt these are traits of a babysitter. I would have imagined her having a more dangerous talent, like fighter, or sniper, or… Assassin. I clenched my head a bit as a light headache began. Assassin? Why did I think that? I looked back up at the girl, Maki with a weak grin. "Sorry, that was rude to say. If you're really the Ultimate Child Caregiver, then I'm sure that you must be great with kids." I said, trying to backpedal on my earlier mistake.

"Don't be. You're right. I don't like kids that much." She admitted while scratching her cheek.

"But if that's the case, how did you get your Ultimate title?"

"Kids are...weird. They come to me on their own. I'm not that good at taking care of them… I'm not that friendly, either…"

"Well…" I stop myself. I was about to say "Yeah I totally can see that", which would be totally inappropriate. "If kids like you that much despite all of that, then they must see something in you. Kids tend to be good judges of character, so you're probably giving yourself not enough credit." She doesn't respond. I'm not sure if she's ignoring me or just thinking about what I said. "Well, if you're the Ultimate Child Caregiver, then you must run like a service or something to be around that many kids, right?"

"Sort of…" Maki states as she puffs her cheeks and plays with one of her tails of hair. "It's just… I grew up in an orphanage and got saddled with helping out a lot."

"I see. That must have been rough. I'm sure the responsibilities you had back then were immense."

"You have no idea." She mutters under her breath, probably so I wouldn't hear her. "So who are you supposed to be?"

"Oh I'm glad you asked. I actually came up to you to see if you could answer that for me."

"Answer that for you?"

"Yeah… I'm an amnesiac. I can barely remember anything about myself. So far, all I have is the name Rin Wakuri to go by, and even then I'm not completely sure that's my name. Do you have any idea who I might be? The Monokubs think I'm an Ultimate, but I don't really think I am."

"...No. Never heard of you." Maki replied.

"I see. I'm a little glad you don't know, honestly."

"What does that mean?"

"Well, to be honest, when I first saw you, I thought you were a dangerous person. I must be really weird, cause when you told me your talent, my brain immediately told me that you were more suited to be an assassin than anything else. How crazy is that?" I chuckled for a bit before looking at Maki. As soon as I did I froze. The glare she was giving me… if looks could kill, I'd probably have died multiple times now. "Umm… did I say something wrong?" She didn't reply, only glaring at me more with her deadly red eyes. "Umm… Okay… it was nice to meet you Miss Harukawa. I'll just… take my leave now…"

I slowly backed away, keeping my eyes on her to make sure she didn't try anything. As soon as I felt the doors to my back, I quickly reached for the handles and scurried out of the library, leaving Maki by herself. I quickly closed the door and sighed. Why did I say that!? Great going, dude. She probably hates you now after you called her a freaking assassin! Great… Me and my bluntness… Well, there is still one room left in the basement. Might as well check it out. Making my way to the other room, I pushed open the door and found a nice area filled with a couple of arcade machines, though some of them appeared to be broken. "A game room? Isn't this a school? Why would they have this here?" I asked myself.

"Agreed. This place is definitely strange. When I heard we were trapped here, I never imagined we would have a game room." I jumped at the new deep voice. I turned to see the voice's owner, who looked the exact opposite of his deep voice. It was a boy, although he was extremely small, maybe around 3 and a half feet tall or something. However, I quickly realized his stature betrayed who he actually was. Dark. That's the kind of presence this guy gives off. Sort of like Maki, though not nearly as ominous and dangerous as her presence was. The boy wore a black hat that had two spikes on top of it. He also wore a black leather jacket over a black and blue striped shirt that matched his pants. He also had a chain around his leg and what looked like a candy cigarette in his mouth. Ryoma Hoshi. He took the candy cig out of his mouth and sighed. "We may be trapped here, but it's pretty cool here. Compared to prison anyway…"

"Yeah, I bet." I said before pausing to think about what he just said. "Wait. You've been in prison? Aren't you a highschooler? And an Ultimate at that." The boy turned to the side with a blank expression.

"Hmph… that's an old story. Ryoma Hoshi, the man called the Ultimate Tennis Pro… no longer exists. I'm nothing more than his empty shell." He replied emptily.

"Ryoma Hoshi the Ultimate Tennis Pro… Did you do something that warranted you being thrown in prison?"

"You don't know?" He asked with a confused look. "Hmph, I suppose it doesn't matter. I was thrown in prison after taking out a mafia using my talent."

"You took down an entire mafia by yourself!?" I asked. How in the world did he manage that!? He said he used his talent, so maybe used a lethal tennis ball or something, like an iron ball, instead. Either way that's crazy!

"Yep. Well? What do you think of the loser before you who used his talent to kill?" Ryoma asked.

"Well, I'm shocked to say the least, and I definitely don't like how you used something like your talent to kill people, but I can't say much more about what you did. I don't know why you chose to do such an action after all. I would imagine you must have had a good reason to do something as dangerous as that, not to mention the consequences of it were probably just as horrible. However, I don't think I can judge you for what you did. It would be pretty hypocritical to judge you when I don't even know if I've already done something like that myself."

"You say that as if you're not sure about that yourself."

"That's because I'm not. I woke up with no memories about myself. I could only remember a few things, but I'm not completely sure if any of these memories are right. Speaking of which, I think my name is Rin Wakuri. Have you heard of someone like that?"

"Hmm… no. Can't say I have. At the very least, I can tell you that you weren't in the same prison I was in, so I don't think you have to worry about being a criminal like me."

"That's reassuring I guess. That doesn't change the fact that I'm not going to judge you for your past actions. This might actually be good fortune in a sense. I hardly know anything about Ryoma Hoshi, the mafia killer, so I can get to know Ryoma Hoshi for who he actually is."

"Hmm… don't count on it kid. I'm warning you. It's dangerous to just walk up to a killer like me. It would be in your best interests to stay away from me." With that he turned his back towards me and walked away. With a new person successfully met, I continued looking around the room. I found another door in the back, but it was locked. Disappointing, but oh well. Exiting the room, I climb up the stairs back to the first floor and head in the opposite way.