She woke with her heart in her throat, jerking upright as though she could somehow twist away from the spears piercing through every part of her--
--but there was no blood, no pain, no screaming classmates and laughing bears, and she-- where was she?
Slowly she took in her surroundings, trying to calm her racing heartbeat and shallow breathing. A train, empty, surreal-- was this the afterlife? Was it all some joke? Was Junko waiting somewhere to spring out, laughing, teeth flashing in that familiar predatory grin, fooled you, Muku-nee, you're so stupid, you're so gullible--
But this didn't seem her style, and it would be too hard to fake this. She swallowed thickly as it came to a stop, releasing her into a city she'd never seen before, a city that was obviously untouched by the Tragedy. It had to be some kind of purgatory, it had to be, because she'd died, right, she'd been killed by--
She took another shallow breath, leaning against the nearest wall, pressing a trembling wolf-branded hand to her face.
Mukuro Ikusaba | Dangan Ronpa | Train Station, New Arrival.
--but there was no blood, no pain, no screaming classmates and laughing bears, and she-- where was she?
Slowly she took in her surroundings, trying to calm her racing heartbeat and shallow breathing. A train, empty, surreal-- was this the afterlife? Was it all some joke? Was Junko waiting somewhere to spring out, laughing, teeth flashing in that familiar predatory grin, fooled you, Muku-nee, you're so stupid, you're so gullible--
But this didn't seem her style, and it would be too hard to fake this. She swallowed thickly as it came to a stop, releasing her into a city she'd never seen before, a city that was obviously untouched by the Tragedy. It had to be some kind of purgatory, it had to be, because she'd died, right, she'd been killed by--
She took another shallow breath, leaning against the nearest wall, pressing a trembling wolf-branded hand to her face.