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[The next Morning; ]
[Third Person's P.O.V.]
In the hushed predawn hours, Mitsuko Amaterasu, Chihiro Fujisaki, and Mukuro Ikusaba found themselves on the first floor of Hope's Peak Academy, an ominous hush enveloping the trophy room leading to the school's gym. They had been drawn there by a nagging sense of unease, the kind that gnawed at the edges of their consciousness in this game of life and death. As they walked in, their collective gasp echoed through the silent room when they stumbled upon Mondo Owada's lifeless form.
Mitsuko's hand instinctively covered her mouth as she recoiled in shock, her socially awkward exterior momentarily eclipsed by the grim reality before her. Chihiro, though initially overcome with shock, swiftly steadied themselves, their analytical mind racing to understand the gruesome scene. Mukuro, accustomed to violence, maintained her composure, her keen senses scanning the area for any potential threats.
Mondo's once-intimidating presence had been silenced forever, replaced by the eerie stillness of death. His muscular frame lay sprawled on the cold floor, the butterknife cruelly protruding from his throat. The trio's discovery marked the beginning of a grim investigation, a morbid reminder of the relentless descent into despair that had engulfed Hope's Peak Academy.
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DING! DONG! BING! BONG! A BODY HAS BEEN DISCOVERED!
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"Attention everyone! Please make it to the Trophy Room at your earliest continence!"
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After everyone arrived, Monokuma began his spiel. "Our first victim, the one and only Mondo Owada, has been sacrificed to the gods of despair! But fret not, dear participants, for in our Class Trial, you must uncover the truth and expose the blackened among you."
Monokuma's maniacal laughter filled the room, sending shivers down everyone's spines.
"To reveal the killer, you'll engage in a thrilling debate, present evidence, and cast your votes. But beware, for if you accuse the wrong person, they'll be the only one to graduate to freedom, while the rest of you face a gruesome end. So, Makoto Naegi, don't you dare pass out on me now! We've only just begun our descent into despair!"
Just as Monokuma was about to explain further, Makoto's vision blurred, his strength failing him, and darkness closed in around him. With a feeble gasp, he collapsed to the floor, unconscious, leaving the remaining students in bewildered anticipation of the horrors yet to come.