𐙚 - ( 𝟲۟. ) 𝖱꯭𝖺n𝗍꯭𝖺𝗋𖹭࣪ ❕ᩙᰍ..

Since Monokuma’s announcement, the atmosphere inside the academy had grown heavy. The killing game was something none of the students wanted to accept. If someone wanted to escape… they would have to kill first.

While the others nervously argued about the situation, trying to come up with plans to stop anyone from attempting something reckless, you remained silen —watching and thinking.. And then you felt it, a gaze. When you looked up, you saw him across the room: Rantaro Amami, leaning casually against the wall, watching you with an unsettling calmness. When he noticed you had caught him staring, he simply gave a faint smile before looking away.

…

Hours later, you decide to walk around the academy. You observe the place carefully, as if trying to memorize every corner… every possible blind spot. But something feels strange. Every time you turn a corner or step into an empty area… Rantaro is already there. Leaning against a wall, Looking out a window. As if he somehow knew where you were going. When you run into him again in one of the hallways, he slowly lifts his gaze and smiles calmly.

— “Hm… are you exploring the academy too?”
—He pauses for a moment before adding—
— “…What a coincidence.”