Prologue
(Satoshi)
It’s not fair.Why am I here? In this dreadful place. I stared down at the floor while my hair hung, covering my face. I was so fed up. Chains around my wrists. Bars in front of me. I lied down. Why did they all leave me? Why did they let hope overtake them?Weak. I am not weak. No matter how much they want to shove hope in my mouth I will never swallow it down and accept it. My eyes suddenly felt heavy. It’s been almost a week since I was captured. I felt so disgusted. I can’t stay here anymore. But what could I do? I began to think hard. I looked at my right hand. Junko’s hand. Killing game? Yes! There was one in that place. But apparently someone else is already running that. But would they risk their loss of memories to participate? I can manipulate everyone in there and create a huge amount of despair to make up for all of that disgusting hope thrown at me. I need to escape.120Please respect copyright.PENANAbxGAB2UVGs
That’s when I heard footsteps. I bolted up. A woman in formal clothing and hair tied up in a ponytail walked in. I glared. It was her. She didn’t even look at me. She headed over to a desk and took out a slip of paper. Then she began to write frantically. A sign of stress struck across her face. I couldn’t help but feel pleased at that. Without turning or speaking to me, she swiftly left the room. I let one end of my lips curl. I have a feeling that I know where she’s going.But I might as well hurry first. I am getting out of here today.120Please respect copyright.PENANAJZnIB45FXo