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Prologue
Junko Enoshima yawned, flipping through television channels. “So boring… I need to start up some excitement soon.”
Hearing a sharp knock at her door, she got up to go answer. “Who the fuck could it be at this time of night?” She grumbled, opening the door. “Oh hey, it’s you.” She started, before noticing a glint of metal in the person’s hand.
Before she could say another word, the figure brought the knife up and into the bottom of her chin. They kicked Enoshima in the shins, before bringing the knife down onto her skull over and over again.
Enoshima didn’t cry out in pain, fight back, or even scream for help, she simply began laughing. “Oh… being killed before I can properly enact my plans… I’m feeling so much despair…”
“Shut up.” The figure said, before lifting Enoshima up by the top of her hair, and plunging the knife into her heart.
The Ultimate Despair continued to laugh as she took her last, shaky breaths. Then, Junko Enoshima lay on the floor, a knife in her heart, eyes wide open, with blood surrounding her body.
The figure stood up, glancing down at the body.
“Well well well…” A new voice came from the doorway. “I came down here with a plan of my own, but it seems you beat me to it.”
The figure turned to see a tall, thin young man with white hair that branched out in almost every direction standing there, holding a knife similar to the one that was in Enoshima’s corpse.
Nagito Komaeda walked over and examined Junko’s body. He chuckled slightly, before looking up at the killer of The Ultimate Despair. “I recommend changing into some of her clothes, and burning what you’re wearing now. You’re wearing gloves, so your fingerprints won’t show up on the blade… I’ll be back to clean up the crime scene for you.”
The figure frowned. “What?”
Komaeda laughed. “Isn’t it obvious? You didn’t kill Junko Enoshima.” He pulled the knife out of Junko’s corpse, examining it for a moment, before plunging it back in. “I did.”