The tour bus continued to drive for quite a while. Once Natsuka was confident the museum was out of sight, she turned to the windows to glance at the passing scenery. It seemed far kinder a thing to pay attention to than the chattering people around her, dressed in merch and discussing their favorite exhibits from the museum.

For a while, the bus wound through a large forest, trees upon trees for miles. The sun had long since set, streetlamps casting dim lights and shadows on the road. She supposed it made sense; the museum surely must've been very far from civilization if her class wasn't found for months.

The road was largely empty, although Natsuka could see the lights of cars behind them, no doubt on their way back from the museum. A car would occasionally go the opposite way, making Natsuka wonder if there were perhaps places to stay near the museum. Maybe even a small town centered around it. That would be something to look up later, just like everything else, once she had the ability to do so.

For now however, as she glued her eyes on the dark night, Natsuka was beginning to regret her decision to leave. Now she didn't have any answers, any resources, she didn't even know where she was going. Not that she would've been able to make any other choice. Deep down she knew her legs would've always forced her from that building, that there was no part of her as she was now that was strong enough to stay.

(If she had been alive could she have done it? Could she have returned to that building after weathering ten years of 'after?' Would she have grown stronger than a foolish seventeen year old?)

After what seemed like forever, although Natsuka didn't really have a way of gauging the time, the scenery slowly melded from forests to rural villages, and then to the beginning of a cityscape, sparkling with lights against the night sky. It was still busy with cars racing by and crowds of people walking along the sides, talking amongst themselves. Busy restaurants and bars, music seeping through the windows of the bus from clubs.

A city so very full of life, and one dead girl.

The bus passed by the bustling nightlife and tall buildings before finally stopping at a cluster of hotels, tall and fancy. The main one was titled 'Dream Hotel' towering above the rest, shining with lights and adorned with fountains and plants at its base. Natsuka recognized the hotel name - she had stayed there the night before moving into Hope's Peak's dorms, jittery with nerves for the start of what was supposed to be a crowning chapter of her life. It had looked very different back then. Small, more of an inn than anything, and very humble. It seemed the following decade had been very kind to it, Natsuka suspected some kind of tourist boom in association with the Killing Game had also probably helped too.

The other passengers of the bus began to get up and gather their things, departing the bus to their respective hotels. Natsuka wasn't really sure what to do, if she stayed on the bus it would probably drive to some designated bus lot and she'd be stuck there overnight. If she got up she'd be in the heart of a city she once knew, now unfamiliar, built upon the skeleton of her memories. Both options weren't really that appealing. She still wasn't even sure what she was supposed to be doing, if she had a purpose at all.

Eventually she decided to get off, favoring the open air to the stuffy bus. She stood on the concrete sidewalk for a while, watching people pass her by with no attention, sometimes walking through her. It was getting late but Natsuka didn't feel tired at all. She wondered if that was something she was even capable of. She hadn't felt hungry once either, or thirsty, or really any physical thing that would need fixing.

Still, it felt wrong to be up and out in the open so late, especially when she had been spending 10pm to 7am locked in her room for months, scared to go out to the empty halls and potential killers. Of course it didn't also feel right to just…wander into a hotel and hopefully stumble upon an empty hotel room. There were too many variables there, and even if they couldn't see her, Natsuka was not keen on accidentally sharing a room with a stranger.

Craving a sense of familiarity that wasn't tainted with blood and terror, Natsuka found herself walking down the street in the direction of Hope's Peak. She still remembered the route from move in, and more than that, she had walked it many times with her classmates during free days or after school, looking for something to do.

Hope's Peak was also vast enough that she could probably get away with sleeping on some bench if she wanted. When they were alive, some of her classmates had been keen on doing so.

Unlike a lot of the city, Hope's Peak didn't really seem to have changed. There were perhaps more visible security measures - a taller gate, more cameras - but that was really it. Maybe Natsuka should've been shocked that it was still open, that the tragedy of an entire class wasn't enough to close it down. But she wasn't really. It seemed on brand for the school to push through such a thing, to claim not to be associated while raking in all the press.

It shouldn't have been surprising that there were people hanging around the perimeters of the academy. The entrance gates were locked, but that didn't seem to deter anyone from taking photos with the building or the trees encircling the perimeter. There was a particularly good crowd a little bit to the left of the entrance, in a cluster of trees.

Curious, Natsuka slipped through the front (something that was pretty easy considering she didn't have to push through the crowd) and found herself face to face with a brassy sculpture. It consisted of a boy and a girl in Hope's Peak uniforms standing next to each other, their backs to the crowd, heads tilted towards the sky. Sprouting from their backs were wings, feathers fashioned in a style reminiscent of those on the borders of the Hope's Peak logo. At the backs of their legs, there was a plaque set upright, reaching until their knees. Inscribed on it was the following:

It is with deep grief and sadness that we remember the Ultimates of our 80th class who tragically lost their lives to the Mutual Killing Game.

May their souls live on in the stars, continuing to be a source of inspiration and hope to all of us.

Madoka Amai, Ultimate Flight Attendant

Arisa Arashi, Ultimate Storm Chaser

Kiiroi Hachimitsu, Ultimate Beekeeper

Katherine Hakai, Ultimate Demolition Derby Driver

Michiru Hanashiro, Ultimate Muse

Fujio Hashitaka, Ultimate Real Estate Agent

Maki Hollis-Ward, Ultimate Character Actor

Min-Su Hwang, Ultimate Defense Attorney

Yasu Ishikawa, Ultimate Robotics Engineer

Kouki Kitahoshi, Ultimate Cult Leader

Miyabi Shimabukuro, Ultimate Travel Writer

Hiro Suzuki, Ultimate Guitarist

Joachim von Behrendt, Ultimate Vampire Hunter

Henry Wilson, Ultimate Mariner

Natsuka placed her hands upon the plaque, tracing the engravings, feeling the weight of her finger upon her names. She tried not to think of what they had looked like dead, what they had been like alive instead. It was hard when for all of them, the last image she had of them was their lifeless bodies.

Except for Min-Su, who had still been alive when Natsuka died as far as she knew. Presumably that would make him her killer, but something about that didn't feel right. Min-Su of all people? Min-Su "I won't stop until all bad guys are brought to justice" Hwang? To be fair, none of her classmates would have ever been the murdering type (or well, most of them at least) if they hadn't been stuck in that Killing Game, but there were some people she could just never imagine it for.

Like most of the survivors.

As Natsuka traced the word Mariner, the last word on the last line of the plaque, she paused and then frowned.

Her name wasn't on the plaque.

Had she misread it? She brought her hand back up to where Kiki's and Michiru's names were. Katherine Hakai and then Michiru Hanashiro. No, she definitely hadn't. The plaque was in alphabetical order. If she was listed there, it would've been in between the two, what with her last name being Hakanai.

What did that mean? Why wasn't she on there?

For a moment Natsuka considered the chilling idea that maybe she was alive. Like in a coma or something, and her soul had separated from her body. But certainly she would've still been listed as a survivor, even if not conscious. How could she not be listed as either? It wasn't like she was forgotten to the world either, she had literally seen someone cosplay as her.

Natsuka recalled the dialogue the male museum worker had said to Karin "It's not my fault you chose to audition for Natsuka Hakanai of all people." and began to worry that there was more to what that meant, than simply disliking her. That maybe this had to do with why she was the one who returned.

I can't do this, Natsuka thought. She couldn't stand the questions, being surrounded by the memories, by people laughing at tragedy. She was terrified of what she would find out if she looked any further. It was all too overwhelming, a world ten years later, familiar yet so strange. Natsuka literally arranged flowers for a living, how was she supposed to be able to handle everything around her? She wasn't the Ultimate Analyst or something that would lend itself to staying calm.

Natsuka stepped away from the memorial, walking through (literally) the gates of Hope's Peak. Knowing the place like the back of her hand, she navigated to the grassy patch on the right side of campus and laid down, staring at the stars, trying to mimic the pose she had been in when she woke up. This was certainly similar enough to the grassy patch at the museum right? After all, the museum had literally been modeled off of Hope's Peak. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

Please, she begged, please return me to wherever I was before.

Natsuka woke up to the bright sun and students milling about. She was still here, still…existing as whatever she was.

It was probably foolish to think that closing her eyes and praying would've worked, but god, she really hoped it had. She didn't want to find answers anymore, she just wanted to be gone. What was she supposed to do now?

As the students around her began to walk to class, Natsuka thought of her classmates. Of their time at Hope's Peak, before everything. She missed them. She missed that time. If the mysterious forces at work could bring her back from the dead, why couldn't they have sent her back in time instead?

But there was no going back. Natsuka was dead. So was most of her class. They had been for ten years.

Only a lucky few of them had survived.

Of course, the survivors, Natsuka thought, I'll find out what they're up to. Even if she was a ghost, even if they couldn't see her, they were still a part of her past. Maybe, seeing them live well would put her mind at rest. The peace of knowing the 80th class lived within them.

Positive that she would be able to find information of them online, Natsuka got up from the grass and headed to the library, a renewed sense of bounce in her step. She quickly passed through the halls and climbed the stairs to the second floor, finding the library with ease.

It hadn't really changed, and that brought her a lot of comfort. There were still shelves upon shelves of books, and desks where students could study or do work. It made her feel warmth, reminiscing over the good times her and her friends had spent at those very desks. The only difference between reality and her seemed to be a bookshelf labeled 'Killing Game Literature' which Natsuka chose to avoid. In the corner of the room were computers, open for use.

She looked around before sitting at the one closest to the wall and opened up a web browser. She was glad that there weren't currently any students around, Natsuka didn't really want to figure out if students could see her use the computer, the invisible press upon keys. She certainly didn't want to start a new ghost story - the Hope's Peak student body already had enough of those.

'Akihisa Nagai' was the first person she looked up. Of course he was. Because Aki had been the survivor she was closest to (that was perhaps, the understatement of the year) aside from Komari. She was relieved that there was a lot of available information on him. Tons of news articles and blog posts, video clips from interviews and documentaries.

Deciding she didn't want to waste time sifting through old articles, or fluff pieces, or whatever people were still speculating on in message boards, she refined her search to 'Akihisa Nagai present day.'

Luckily she didn't have to do any further searching at all because the first thing that showed up after she hit enter was a bold line that said 'Akihisa Nagai currently works as a forensic scientist for the National Police Agency and it's attached organization the National Research Institute of Police Science' pulled as a quote directly from his Wikipedia page.

Reading that line made Natsuka feel genuine happiness for the first time since she had woken up. A forensic scientist, she smiled. Aki had struggled a lot in Hope's Peak with what he wanted to do, with the idea of academics and the future in general, but he had always wanted to do forensics. You've achieved your dream Aki, it suits you, she thought.

She certainly would've liked to have been there when he did so (admittedly, when she had been alive, there had been a lot of her future that she imagined Aki being in) but that wasn't something a dead girl should really dwell on.

It made things very easy that she knew exactly where the Police Agency was located. I'll go there first, she decided, and then come back to look up someone else. Natsuka closed the tab out and cleared the browsing history, removing any traces of her on the computer, and left the library, and subsequently Hope's Peak.

The nearest bus stop was only a short walk, and while it wasn't really a direct line to the NPA, it only took a few bus route changes to get there. Once she arrived, Natsuka waffled a little on what she should do. The building was large and very daunting, and there were no doubt offices upon offices that would make finding Aki a very long process. It was still fairly early into the day, but Natsuka decided the best thing she could do was wait for the workday to pass, or perhaps lunch break, and hope to catch him on the way out.

And if you don't recognize him? a small voice inside her asked.

I will, I have to, she responded.

Even if it's been ten years? It retorted.

Even if it's been fifty, I'd know him.

As she sat and waited, Natsuka took solace in the world around her. Here, people were living as they always had. Unlike the museum they weren't decked out in Killing Game merch or regalia. Rather, things were as they were before the Killing Game, almost like it never happened. To these ordinary people, the Killing Game did not have its roots deep in their lives, they weren't worshiping something so horrid. They were just, living. There was something very wonderful about that.

Lunch time rolled around and Natsuka watched as a lot of people began walking out of the building to nearby restaurants. It was a lot of work, scanning the crowd, but quickly her eyes fell to him. Luckily he was quite tall, so it was easy to find him.

He looked…older, of course. Still very much Aki, same orange-red eyes, thin eyebrows, and freckles that splashed across his nose. His dark brown hair was still long, but Natsuka could see streaks of orange and red, complimenting his eyes, although the most noticeable difference was that half of it was pulled back into a ponytail, where before he used to just let it fall to his chin. Age had let him grow into his features, and he admittedly looked quite handsome.

He was wearing a black t-shirt, patterned with a wide gray zig-zag, which was loosely tucked into jeans that were a pale teal color. She also spotted a quirky necklace around his neck, with purple glittery charms on it, no doubt one of his classic fidget jewelries. There was a ring on his left ring finger.

He was chatting with his colleagues, occasionally smiling or laughing.

He looked happy.

Older, and smiling, and so very alive. His face still flushed red in the heat of the sun, evidence of the blood circulating in his veins. For him, the terrible events that happened ended ten years ago. A decade, almost one third of his life. As he got closer, Natsuka debated following him to lunch and then back, seeing what he did at work, or maybe even trying to talk.

But he had grown up and moved on. It was not her place to ruin that. Even if, to her, everything that happened occurred only days ago. For the rest of the world time had passed.

She saw the faint lines of age on his face, the defined jaw, the dark circles beneath his eyes, and suddenly felt so awfully young. Still seventeen, still not fully grown. There was no place for her in the world. The hole she left got patched up long ago and she never aged. Her ashes never aged.

In order to open a scar that healed a decade ago, you'd have to carve it back open with a knife. So much pain and so much blood. Who was she to re-open such a wound?

Coming here was a mistake, just like everything so far had been. Finding him was a mistake. Coming back to life was a mistake, all of it was.

She watched as he passed by, too paralyzed by her thoughts to do anything. He was happy, that was enough. As he walked farther and farther away, Natsuka got up and turned around to leave.

"Oh no, my wallet." Natsuka heard him say, the sound of him widely checking all of his pockets reaching her ears. "Sorry guys, I gotta go back to get that."

He turned around, walking back in her direction, passing her once more as he did. Except this time, no longer engaged in conversation with his colleagues, and with Natsuka standing, he looked her right in the eyes and stopped in his tracks.

There was no doubt, he had been looking at her, not through her.

He could see Natsuka.

Akihisa Nagai

At first Akihisa thought the girl in front of him was another cosplayer.

Scarily accurate, but not surprising. He'd seen the lengths people went to to mimic him and his classmates. There had been people who had called his lab, asking after him so they could know what brand of shirt he wore, or the exact color of his shoes.

But he knew it was Natsuka.

Despite all the logic his brain was trying to supply, all the other explanations that would make sense before such a ridiculous conclusion.

Despite everything, he knew.

After all, he knew Natsuka Hakanai better than anyone else.

He knew the specific way she tied the ribbons at the bottom of her pig-tails, when she had taught him how to tie a perfect bow on a lazy day at school. He knew they were a gift from her grandmother when she was younger.

He knew that she always kept her nails clipped a little too short, out of worry of harming flowers if they grew too long. How she liked to paint them with a gloss because there wasn't much else she could do without it chipping.

He knew, if you looked closely at her eyes, you could see flecks of orange dotting the pale pink. Sometimes he still thought of them as the sun set.

Akihisa knew Natsuka Hakanai too well.

It was something that never left him.

He blinked once, then twice just to double check that his vision wasn't playing tricks on him and tried to gather his composure. His voice still came out jumbled, in a stream of consciousness as his mind struggled to keep up.

"Wait…you're not, are you? No, of course you're not, you're not a cosplayer you look…too real. But you can't be real. You can't be…can you? Natsuka?"

The girl looked just as shocked as he felt. "Aki you…you can see me?"

No one had called him that in a decade. Not since Natsuka had died. The girl talked like Natsuka too, her words, the timbre of her voice. She looked and sounded exactly as she had been ten years ago.

"Natsuka?" he asked again, "what…but how is this possible? How are you here…I don't…I don't understand."

"I don't either. I don't know anything. I woke up yesterday at the– that museum. But I've been invisible, no one can see me."

As Natsuka talked, Akihisa began to feel a lot of emotions rise to his chest. Happiness, confusion, nostalgia, shock, betrayal, even some anger. Torn between the Natsuka he had known, and the Natsuka the police had told him she was. The Natsuka the world knew for what she'd done. He decided that would be best to ignore for now.

"You're really Natsuka, aren't you?"

She nodded and fiddled with the ribbons in her hair like she always used to. "Believe me I'm just as surprised. I've kinda been winging it as I go."

"And you decided to come to me?"

"Of course I did." She said confidently, before tacking on "well…I decided to find the survivors, but I looked for you first. I was planning just seeing how you were doing; I didn't think you'd be able to see me."

"I see you," Akihisa tugged at the charms on his necklace, "but since no one else can, let's go somewhere a little more secluded." He wasn't too keen on his colleagues thinking he was talking to thin air. More than that, he worried that someone would recognize him and overwhelm him if he stayed there.

The two of them found a quiet park not too far from his work and Natsuka recounted her journey as they walked. She told him of waking up at the Hope's Peak Museum, the horrors of seeing a cosplayer, and the gift shop before finally realizing what the Hope's Peak Museum had once been. How afterwards she got on a leaving bus and found herself back at Hope's Peak, deciding to find the survivors. That she thought of him first.

Catching up as if they were old friends reuniting (although that was technically true, he supposed), and not a ghost and someone who used to be close to her.

"I was happy," she said, "when I found out you were doing forensic science. You always talked about how you wanted to do it in the future."

It almost made him feel guilty. The two of them had talked a lot about the future together. Natsuka had always dreamed of taking over her family's ikebana school. In the end only he had grown up to see the future.

"Yeah, well…it was a long journey, but I finally did it." He said, playing with his wedding ring.

Natsuka seemed to notice, because her next words were "And you…you're married now?"

For some reason, that also made him feel guilty. "Yes…I have a wife named Ren. Actually we have a newborn daughter, Miyabi, she's three months old."

"No connection to our classes' Miyabi I assume?" Natsuka asked as he leafed through his phone to find a good photo.

Akihisa nodded, "different kanji. Here." He held out his phone to show her a photo of the three of them, one of the only photos where they had managed to keep Miyabi from fussing. Natsuka took a moment to scan through the photo, an almost melancholic smile on her face. "She's very cute, she has her mom's eyes." Natsuka remarked on the blue of both Miyabi and Ren's eyes. "Your wife looks very warm and kind, too."

Akihisa wasn't really sure how Natsuka had gathered that from the photo, but he smiled nonetheless. "They are, very much so."

"I'm glad," she grinned, "that you're happy."

That too, had been a long journey. Akihisa had to stop himself from asking 'and you?' because it had been so easy to fall back into conversation with Natsuka. He had forgotten, for a moment, that she was dead. That she hadn't been also living and falling in love and chasing her dreams.

"And the others? Do you keep in contact with them?" she asked, after a beat of silence.

"I try." God did he try. He had made group chats and sent cards, dinner invites. They were people that he cared for deeply, and he didn't want to lose people like that anymore. But sometimes trying wasn't enough. "But we don't really…talk much. Tori went radio silent a few years back, Katsuyuki basically disappeared from the get go, Chae-won too. Komari, Juri, and Hikari pop in occasionally…but there's not much there."

Akihisa thought he could almost see Natsuka's heart break. He should've known. Natsuka had always treasured the relationship between the 80th class, not that the media would ever tell you that. She seemed to mull it over for a while before just replying with "Oh…but that's…too cruel."

Natsuka paused for a moment, "we have to change that."

"What?"

"Maybe the reason I came back was to bring you all together. I can't just sit by and let this happen. You'll help me, won't you?"

If it's you, of course I will, he thought. He felt indebted to Natsuka in a lot of ways he would never really be able to articulate. Once, Natsuka and him had been like the sun and a sunflower, like a dandelion and the wind. Now, even when he wasn't a teenager anymore, and Natsuka was someone from ten years in his past, he still felt like he owed her.

There was just one issue that Akihisa was starting to believe Natsuka wasn't aware of.

"I will but, aside from Komari, they may not take very well to seeing you, if they can see you."

"I mean obviously it's not every day someone comes back from the dead. But once that settles then surely–"

"No, it's not that it's just…Natsuka, how much do you remember of the killing game?" He interrupted her.

"All of it. I…even remember what it felt like to die." She frowned.

"You remember that? Are you sure?"

"Of course, I was drinking a cup of tea when suddenly I felt paralyzed, and it began to spread to my organs." She recounted, "I was poisoned right? Was it Min-Su? He was the only other person who was still alive that isn't anymore. He didn't seem the type–"

"Natsuka, I need you to take a deep breath and calm down and listen to what I'm about to tell you."

She nodded, going back to playing with her ribbons like she always did when she was nervous.

"Min-Su was murdered. We didn't get to have a class trial because we were rescued shortly after but…the police concluded that you did it, and then killed yourself."

Natsuka froze in place, and then dropped her hands limply from her ribbons to her lap with a loud thud. He watched as she got even more pale, which Akihisa didn't think was possible for someone who didn't seem to have any blood circulation. If he thought he could maybe see her heart break earlier, he was certain he saw it now.

"I…what? But that doesn't make any sense. Why would I do that…I would never, Aki you know me, you know I wouldn't do such a thing."

"I know but the police…Natsuka, the police said you killed Min-Su because he found out you were the traitor."

Akihisa had mourned Natsuka's death twice in his life. First, when he woke up in the morning only to find her body slumped over in the dining area. When the remaining students had decided she probably committed suicide after killing Min-Su for one reason or another, he mourned her so deeply he started have trouble sleeping at night. Second, a few years later when the police finally ended the Killing Game case and announced that Natsuka was officially the traitor who had worked with the mastermind, and that was the reason she killed Min-Su. Akihisa had fought at every turn, as had Komari, but it hadn't been enough, and in the end, he had silently grieved for the Natsuka he knew.

The persona the public crafted for her after that had been vastly different from the one he had been so familiar with. The one who had made flower crowns for children at the parks, and pressed flowers into bookmarks for her classmates. They picked apart all her actions and found sinister reasoning, ulterior motives behind each one. And Natsuka became one of the greatest villains the world had seen.

Akihisa had been forced to choose then, between defending Natsuka, or still being seen as a spokesperson for all the dead, for all their other class members. Because there was no way the media would've let him keep giving interviews if he sided with her, there was no way they would trust what he said. After all, he had seen what it had done to Komari, how it had only made the perception of Natsuka worse. There was a difference between defending a killer who was forced to kill, and defending someone who had been on it all along. Even if Natsuka had been the person he was most protective of, the one person he desperately wished he could talk about, he had chosen the other way.

Now, as he watched Natsuka stare at him in horror, Akihisa mourned her a third time.

"Traitor? Aki, I…huh?"

"They found a lot of evidence. Most of it was never released to the public, although some of it got leaked."

"But I'm not the traitor. And I never killed myself or Min-Su. I would never do that, I could never do that."

It was one thing to speculate about it, it was another thing to hear it directly from Natsuka's mouth. And although there was no evidence, much like there was no scientific explanation to her being alive, Akihisa believed her.

Of course, that opened up a whole other problem. One Akihisa had never dared to entertain, even in the back of his mind, even when Natsuka became a murderer and a traitor.

"If you're not the traitor, that means someone killed you and framed you for everything. And since we never held a trial for your case and went with what the police said that means that…" He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. He couldn't. Much like he could never accept that Natsuka was the traitor, he could never accept the implications of her not being the traitor.

Natsuka had regained some of her composure but there was a terrible look of sadness in her eyes. "That means that one of the survivors is the murderer and traitor, and got away with it for ten years." She finished his thought.

A heavy silence hung between them, like a terrifying secret that, if let out to the world, would destroy it in one go.

"We have to fix this." Natsuka said. "This is why I'm back, I'm sure of it. We have to make things right. For me, and Min-Su, and everyone else."

Akihisa nodded, "We have to meet the other survivors."

A/N: Now isn't that a fun lil reveal. Lots happening this time around, but most importantly, full roster is now completed! It'll be updated on chapter 1 and posted below too.

Again, as in the last chapter, I'd like to thank everyone who submitted to me, especially those of you who gave me a second chance and re-sent me your characters after survivor submissions closed. I was really happy to see a lot of them come back, as it means getting work with characters I really wanted to, that unfortunately didn't work as survivors.

Of course, I am totally crushed that I couldn't accept everyone, and as I said previously that is in no way a reflection of your writing skills or your OCs, but rather just a matter of what works in this story and what doesn't. Especially when it comes to laying out cases, there's a lot to consider.

That being said, I would like to mention now, that I cannot promise being 100% accurate to what was sent to me in your forms. That sounds super spooky, and I swear I'm not talking about in terms of personality or anything like that, I just mean that when it comes to what y'all put for how they killed/were killed, and/or when they died/killed, there may be some changes in order to fit the story. So nothing too major, and of course I'll try to honor what y'all wrote, but just a lil warning that when it comes to the murders, there will probably be some differences for the sake of it fitting the story.

I'd also like to say now that, as much as I'm going to try to be on top of it, updates might not always happen that fast. I work a high stress job with a lot of deadlines, which often leaves me burnt out, or with not a lot of free time. I'll still keep updates on my profile, but chances are, if I'm being quiet, that's probably why.

We're officially out of the prologue now! Main story will have flashback's, perspective changes, media chapters, and similar things. I wanted to keep the prologue consistent, but expect to see a lot more of other characters in the future. I hope to do them all justice.

That's all from me for now! Thank you so so much for the support, and for all the wonderful submissions. I am so excited to see this story grow with all your amazing characters, and get your thoughts along the way!

80th Class Roster

Survivors:

1. Chae-Won Kil, Ultimate Idol – submitted by Lupus Overkill

2. Akihisa Nagai, Ultimate Paleopathologist – submitted by TheRoseShadow21

3. Hikari Naruhodo, Ultimate Prosecutor – submitted by NSPunny

4. Katsuyuki Orisato, Ultimate Origamist – submitted by Prince PokePersona

5. Juri Otsuka, Ultimate Stunt Double – submitted by TheRoseShadow21

6. Tori Shimizu, Ultimate Ballerino – submitted by Abitat Eco

7. Komari Urashima, Ultimate Financial Advisor – submitted by I'm The Nepp

Deceased:

Males:

1. Fujio Hashitaka, Ultimate Real Estate Agent – submitted by Prince PokePersona

2. Min-Su Hwang, Ultimate Defense Attorney – submitted by oddlyirregular

3. Yasu Ishikawa, Ultimate Robotics Engineer – submitted by Abitat Eco

4. Kouki Kitahoshi, Ultimate Cult Leader – submitted by Spyrorocks389

5. Hiro Suzuki, Ultimate Guitarist – submitted by NSPunny

6. Joachim von Behrendt, Ultimate Vampire Hunter – submitted by emberblitz321

7. Henry Wilson, Ultimate Mariner – submitted by SizeableRelic

Females

1. Madoka Amai, Ultimate Flight Attendant – submitted by Orlando Butler

2. Arisa Arashi, Ultimate Storm Chaser – submitted by boots on the moon

3. Kiiroi Hachimitsu, Ultimate Beekeeper – submitted by viRal1nfection

4. Katherine Hakai, Ultimate Demolition Derby Driver – submitted by Orlando Butler

5. Natsuka Hakanai, Ultimate Kadoka – submitted by me

6. Michiru Hanashiro, Ultimate Muse – submitted by Prince PokePersona

7. Maki Hollis-Ward, Ultimate Character Actor – submitted by TheRoseShadow21

Agender

1. Miyabi Shimabukuro, Ultimate Travel Writer – submitted by Lupus Overkill