Welcome everyone, to the moment you haven't been waiting for, the teaser chapter! Yay! I'd like to toast a toast to several people. Firstly, you guys! For donating a bunch of random Japanese kids for my experiment! I hope you're all proud of your actions! Secondly, to That1guyeveryonehates, the genius responsible for this incredible story! Even though his title says otherwise, I love him! No but seriously, Happy Holidays everyone (or not if you're an atheist, it must suck to not have a holiday dedicated to you guys).

-That1guyeveryonehates (is also a big fat narcissus)

"Hello? Can you hear me? Can you see me? No? That's okay, you're not ready yet. I'm sorry, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Kiyoto Madarame, I'm a teacher at Kibogamine Academy. I graduated from the place half a decade before you were accepted, as the Super High School Level Neurologist. Along with the aid of my partner I have transported you and your classmates to a different dimension, to help you escape the SHSL Despair group. As your guardian, I have failed. A member of SHSL Despair is amongst you, a subordinate of Junko's. You will not know who it is, but I need you to apprehend them, it is essential that we hunt down the last SHSL Despair. If that person escapes, no doubt they will feel the need to take matters into their own hands and cause another uprising. Please we need your help, if not-"

"Hello? Is this thing on? Good. My name is Sakushi Hasu, SHSL Charlatan, here to say, prepare to be completely and utterly fucked up! I kid thee not, dudes, you're about to experience pain SHSL pain! The dude in charge made a list of all the people in your class in a specific order, it follows a pattern similar to that of these weird Mutual Killing Games! You are all screwed! Back to you man!"

"- Yes, well, that would be bluntly putting it. Anyway, soon you'll discover that the world in which you live in now is completely messed up. The traitor has hacked into the system and is preparing to start another Game of Mutual Killing, one which the sixteen of you will participate in. However, we will try our best to limit the lives lost here. I will not fail again. This is Kiyoto Madarame signing out."

That was what the voice told me, like it had a sense of urgency that I needed to follow, and everything he held dear hung in the balance. It probably did, he mentioned it. Kiyoto Madarame, age 24. Tall, green haired, and noticeably lankier than the rest of the Madarame family, he's a genius. Several of his discoveries concerning the brain have allowed people to enhance their everyday lives. Inventing a device that allows one to use more than the 10% brain capacity limit. Creating a dangerous serum that affects a person's grasp on the passage of time, used as an effective torture device. Even going as far as figuring out and disproving Einstein's theory of relativity. Unfortunately, Madarame disappointed many by refusing to take his work any further and went on to keeping a steady job as a professor at Kibogamine Academy.

That other voice, it was somewhat a stretch to remember. He said his name was Sakushi Hasu, SHSL Charlatan. About 24 in age, average height and noticeable dark skin and indigo hair, descending from a rich family but being cut off before their death, Sakushi lived on the streets with his twin sister, Shinji, since age ten. Pulling over 7,000 successful cons and even one over Jin Kirigiri. Though not as world renowned as Madarame, the two were have said to have been in the same homeroom class.

Of course the big one here is me, who am I? My name is Nokoda Saibura, the SHSL Traffic Light Operator. Yeah yeah, I know it sounds like an odd talent but it's still a talent. I've been idolizing Kibogamine all my life thanks to people like Madarame changing the world. Unfortunately, I don't know much more than that. I can't quite remember what happened, but if it's anything like the old games, my memories were probably taken. Maybe by Madarame, I wouldn't be surprised if he was the reason the original victims lost theirs, probably one of his many findings.

But enough rambling, I need to try and find a way out of here. Where am I anyway?

"Hello?"

…?

"Nokoda? Wake up."

…?

"I SAID WAKE UP, DAMMIT!"

My eyes opened quickly to the feel of a pair of hands grabbing me and shaking me violently. I looked up and saw a boy about my age, looking down at me with a frustrated scowl. His skin was a sickly pale, and dark circles underlined his eyes. Despite his weary demeanor, however, he looked like he wanted, and could, beat the living daylights out of me for wasting his time.

He wore a long grey trench coat over a matching jumpsuit. His hair was waist length and ravenous and atop it was a grey fedora. His worn out face was complemented by a couple of scars across his cheek. His cold blue eyes leered upon mine and his mouth curled into a snarl. He furiously let go of my shirt, throwing me back onto the sand which he picked me off of moments ago.

"The hell you lookin' at?"

I averted my gaze quickly as to not upset him further.

"S-sorry, sir."

He looked at me with a dumbfounded gaze and shot back in a manner of an icy spear

"Who the hell are you calling sir? I'm not some pompous old tyrant who demands respect from the wretches of society! The names Takane, Ryutaro Takane."

Ryutaro Takane

SHSL Muckraker

I nervously got back up and avoided looking him in the eyes as I gave my response

"Sorry Ryutaro. My name is-"

"I know you!"

He spat at me as if it were the most obvious thing on the planet.

"Being a fucking muckraker means I can't go anywhere without doing my research, dumbass! You're Nokoda Saibura, SHSL H- er, Traffic Operator. You're one of the lucky people that gets accepted purely for attention. People go nuts over the weird talents like yours, drums up more business for them, greedy bastards."

He looked at me directly in the eyes, his like a gust of cold air ambushing a tropical paradise in an instant. He stared at me for a solid minute, not saying a word. As I tried to decipher what he could possibly want from me, he grabbed my shoulder and dragged me with him as he headed for a cloud of smoke rising from a dense tropical jungle.

I took the time to look around and saw your typical deserted island, with glimmering beaches, a lush jungle, and even a volcano at the dead center. It didn't seem as though anyone lived here, yet here I was, being dragged by a random stranger to a place in the distance.

"Pardon my asking, Ryutaro, but where are we going?"

He snorted and said coolly

"Fucking smoke means fucking fire. Fucking fire means fucking people. Fucking people means fucking shelter. Do you understand? Have you never read a survival book before, mister Aurora Borealis?"

Ignoring his rude statement, I proceeded to ask myself about the other matter. Others? So it isn't just me and dickweed? Thank God! Nokoda, that was rude! I chided. Well it's not like he's giving me a reason to be nice. I retaliated.

"We're here, princess."

Ryutaro mocked monotonously. As I tried coming up with a reasonable comeback I was greeted by a cheerful greeting…

Aaaaaaaaaaaand cut! I did say this was the teaser chapter, just to let you guys know I fully intend to stay with this story for as long as it takes me to finish ( and I know someone knows what I mean by that). So with that I would like for you guys to leave your thoughts in the reviews and don't hesitate to ask any questions, pose any theories, or just give a general review. On till next time, assuming there is one, farewell!

-That1guyeveryonehates.