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Let’s face it, you wanted to be famous. Ever since you were a kid you would sit in front of the television to admire the teenagers who had been through hell and back, their tired eyes hiding the extent to what their contracts wouldn’t allow them to reveal to the public; to their potential next contestants. In return, these teens were famous. They were granted wealth far beyond what you could ever dream of, and most of all, they were loved. Worshiped, even, by those who were complete strangers to them. And you had become one of them.
You were never able to understand the extent of the morbid reality behind the killing game. Nobody did. To those on the outside, it was only a farce; a harmless show made for your entertainment. You were reminded of it again and again, a disclaimer popping up on the screen before each episode reminding everyone that these players did consent, that it was nothing more than an advanced simulation of a game that turned teenagers into murderers. But, even if that were true, did that really mean the contestants were safe?
You never cared. You clung to Danganronpa like as if it were a work of fiction, because in a way, that’s all it was to everyone who watched it. And when the opportunity arose to win that fame in a farce of a game like all the others before you had, you refused to let it pass you by. And from that moment forward, you sold your soul for a new life far away from the one you lived before.
It was hard to convince yourself after the simulation that you had any other motive besides greed, because you knew that underneath all the lies and denial you kept locked away within your mind, you had wanted that life. Prayed for that life.
Hell, you were willing to kill for that life.
But instead, you were killed for that life. A little ironic considering the mentality you had carried with you for most of your adolescence, your only wish being to escape fate given to you in the small town you called home. But everything had become a little too real the moment you signed the contract by Kokichi’s side, and hesitance started to take over. Was the pain really worth the outcome? The trauma you were soon to be afflicted with, and the constant memories of your dead peers seeming to taunt you as if they really happened. The looming guilt that would soon hang over your shoulders because you couldn’t stop them. Was any of it really worth the fame you were given?
You really, really hoped so.