She felt shivers go down her spine.

Huh? Where was she? The young woman didn't know, but she decided to observe her surroundings.

The first thing that immediately caught her attention was what she was wearing. "Huh? A suit? Why am I wearing a suit?" She soon realized that the suit hid her entire figure from her: feet, legs, body and head! Nobody would be able to recognize her at all!

Properly looking around, she noticed that she was in some sort of entrance room. She wrinkled her nose in disdain at the bland scenery surrounding her. It was all… rusty and grey, hardly attractive if the woman said so herself.

She gagged a little as she breathed into her mask. "A gas mask?" Just where was she?

The young woman prided herself for her ability to stay optimistic in the most mysterious of times, but these circumstances were too alien. It scared her.

She was alone.

Completely and utterly alone.

She started breathing in and breathing out slowly, trying to calm herself down. However, that only seemed to have made it worse. She started breathing quicker and quicker and quicker until she was full out hyperventilating!

The woman's eyes rushed around the room for a way out, quickly scanning around. Looking around the room, she noticed five sides, each with a steel sliding door. She tried the first one, straining her hands and pushing at it again. Nothing gave. She ran and tried the second door, but once again, the door did not give. She ran to try the third door, making a confused attempt to push it open, only for the doors to open as she tried to force it open.

The new room was a simple square, but the woman noticed something immediately at the center of it: a spiral staircase in the center of it that looked like it led outside.

The confused woman made a split second decision and rushed down the stairs out of the entrance hall, only to be met with a blizzard of snow as she was attacked in all directions. "Where is this snow coming from!?" The only reason she didn't consider the possibility of dying from hypothermia was because the suit she wore kept her surprisingly toasty.

She widened her eyes in utter shock at the scene in front of her.

The building she had just left seemed to be standing on stilts, propping it high up in the air. However, the stranger thing was the structure on the ground. A tall, metal dome stood up in front of her, although she could see no entrance to it from where she was standing. More importantly, a set of barbed wire fences extended out from the dome, splitting the place into five different zones. She also saw some power lines extending out from other sections of the dome, going out into the distance.

She concluded that that it would be best not to try climbing the barbed wire fence right now and turned her attention to the area she could access, trying to assess what little she could see in the distance. She saw a set of what looked to be two long lines of steel trailers, each with a metal door with small set of stairs coming up to it. A scanner was set next to each door.

She didn't take time to admire the glittering snow as it sparkled in the moonlight. She only had one objective in mind. "I've gotta find someone else!" With that determined thought, she bravely hunted around for any other forms of life. Human or not.

She started making her way down the line of doors to the right, trying her hand on each of the scanners. Each one seemed to repeat the same, "Access denied, " before locking her out of the room. Nevertheless, she persisted down the line, despite her growing annoyance. She was reluctant to explore that much, feeling this sinister sense of danger that she couldn't place. She felt vulnerable, unprotected. Even so, she persisted down the line. One by one, she tried the doors on the right side, but none of them got the result she wanted.

As she reached the eighth trailer on her current side, she tried placing her hand against the scanner again, this time receiving a new reply.

The scanner sounded out a new message, commanding, "Please report to the Dining Hall for orientation at the next convenient time; you will need to go through orientation to access your living quarters."

Pausing in confusion for a moment, she took in the scanner's words, appraising them.

"The dining hall? If there's going to be an orientation, there should be other people there!"

The woman puffed out some anxious air she'd been keeping pented up and looked around again, scanning her surroundings for any new buildings she could find that matched what she was looking for. She couldn't help but take notice of the bright moon in the sky. A few lights seemed to be dancing in the sky, forming a dim but noticeable aurora.

She took comfort in the fact that there appeared to be something pretty in this otherwise gloomy dump.

Suddenly, her ears perked. "Are those… voices?" With a brimming surge of excitement, she began running in the direction of the voices. She was certain that they must have been heading in the direction of the dining hall.

Finally, she saw it in the distance. In comparison to the worn out hub on stilts, the new building, the suspected dining hall, seemed futuristic and sleek. Like the hub, the building was on stilts, albeit much shorter ones. It seemed to be made mostly of steel, with glass windows on the sides for visibility. The structure was a rectangle with rounded corners, except for the elevator shaft leading up to it.

She ran for the hall, waving for someone inside. Another person in a suit seemed to notice and pointed her out to the others, who started looking with anticipation.

The young woman pressed the elevator door and began waiting, her nerves slightly subsiding with the discovery that she was not alone in her situation. Her breathing slowed as the elevator doors opened and she stepped inside and the doors closed. A moment of relief came over her as the elevator rose towards the others in the dining hall.

The elevator stopped, and she waited for the doors to open.

Finally the doors opened, and the eager woman wasted no time as she tried her best to walk in a dignified manner, but found it difficult due to the immense relief that she really wasn't alone!

Despite the others not being able to see it, she gave them a carefree smile.

"Looks like I'm not alone after all!"

Yup, you read that summary right! Welcome to Anonymity Round, a collaboration between myself, RioA, PainX65, zephryr, and Lupus Overkill. I think it would be for the best if each of us had a word about this exciting new project! As well as some introductions, heh.

PoisonBanana: What to say about me? I have another story on this site, 'Redemption and Retribution'. I also send in a lot of OCs to stories, so you might have seen me around a few times. For the most part, unless otherwise stated, the author's notes you read will be written by me. I'm kinda the general manager of this team, hence why it's being published on my account.

RioA: Um… Hello! As some of you may know, my name is RioA, or Rio for short. I'm currently writing Disparity and Act of Despair on this site, so if you've heard of any of those stories, then that's from me. Um, anyways, I just want to let you all know that we all hope you're excited for this story, and I hope you will all pitch in to either read this story, send in a character, or etc.! I'm just here to pitch in ideas, edit, read, etc.- if you need to know my role. Haha, well, hope you'll all enjoy this story!

PainX65: I'm Pain, some call me Best Boi or Pow, etc. I'm just Some Random Stranger, you might have seen me in the reviews or submitting OCs to other SYOC stories (danganronpa or other fandoms) or you might have seen my own SYOC: Scrapyard of Talent or one of my other stories in different fandoms, and I do plan on finishing/making more stories and SYOCs in the future. I don't know what to really say here, but I'm excited to be a part of this collab with our collective daughter. I don't even know my role ;-; but I'll help the story in any way I can from writing, beta reading, or touching up some stuff, the works.

zephryr: Thanks for anyone who is reading this! I've been in the fandom for a while, but I haven't submitted many OC's. You might know me as an analytical reviewer… From RioA's story anyways. I tried making a SYOC once, but I chickened out. So now that I'm part of a team, I'm hoping to contribute to the best of my abilities! Currently, my position on the team is the lead writer. This doesn't mean I won't work in other departments though!

Lupus Overkill: Hey, everyone. I'm Lupus Overkill, longtime Fanfiction lurker. I don't have any stories on this site, but you might have seen some of my OCs submitted to other people's stories before. Right now, my main role on the team has been oriented towards editing and research, although I plan to contribute in the writing department as well. I helped out on the final draft for this chapter, in fact.

What a bunch of jokers. Anyway, enough of that. Now for the rules! You have to follow the rules to a T. If you don't, know that your OC more likely than not will be rejected.

RULE 1: No Mary Sue type characters. I would think this goes without saying, but you can never be to careful. If you send one in, it will be rejected. We will also laugh at you.

RULE 2: Absolutely do not send in your character through the reviews. Everyone can see it and your whole character would be spoiled.

RULE 3: All OCs must be sent to me via PM. Title your PM 'Anonymity Round - Your OC's Name'. This is to help keep everything organized.

RULE 4: Please, for the love of all that is good, remove the stuff in parenthesis from the form when you send it in.

RULE 5: Due to the nature of this story, your OC has only a slim chance of surviving to the end. Understand that them dying is a likely outcome and please do not complain if it happens.

RULE 6: This story is not a first come first serve affair. Not in the slightest. You have a deadline of three weeks to send in your character. After that has passed, myself and my collaborators will decide on who gets in.

RULE 7: Under no circumstances will we take any character that is currently in another story. It is incredibly disrespectful and rude. Between the five of us, we will know if you try it. Please do not submit characters that are currently pending acceptance to another story either. However, we will accept characters that were rejected from another story or were used in a story that was later discontinued. However, we advise that if your character is in the latter category, confirm that the story has been explicitly discontinued before submitting your character.

RULE 8: In addition to not wanting to see recycled OCs in our story, we don't want to see the OCs you have in this story being used elsewhere. If we catch them in another story, they will be killed unceremoniously. Immediately.

RULE 9: You may send in no more than 2 OCs.

Anonymity Round Form

Name: (Please keep it Japanese)

Age: (16-19)

Gender: (Male and Female)

Sexuality: (Straight, Gay, Bi)

Talent: (No canon talents)

Appearance: (Physical, hair, eyes, height, etc.)

Personality: (One paragraph minimum, four maximum.)

History: (One paragraph minimum, four maximum.)

Mental/Physical Health Issues: (Does your character have any mental or physical health issues? If so, write it here. Can be 'none' if it isn't applicable.)

Speech: (Describe to us how they talk.)

Quirks: (Are there any habits that they consistently do?)

Likes: (Around three to five)

Dislikes: (Around three to five.)

Fears: (Do they have an extreme phobia? Saying none doesn't make them fearless, they just won't have a specific fear.)

Secrets: (Can be as trivial or severe as you want. Whatever it is, your OC does not want anyone to know about it.)

Hobbies: (What do they like to do in their freetime?)

People They Like: (What types of people would they get along with?)

People They Dislike: (What types of people would they not get along with?)

Romantic Interest?: (Who, if anyone, would your OC fall for?)

Motives to Kill?: (What would push them to kill someone?)

Victim Justification?: (Why would they make a good victim?)

Blackened Justification?: (Why would they make for a good killer?)

Survivor Justification?: (Why do you think they might live to the end?)

Mastermind Justification?: (Why are they the possible mastermind?)

Free Time Event Ideas: (List off a few things that could be done during FTEs.)

Execution Ideas: (If you can, how do you see your character going if they're the blackened?)

Quotes: (Give us at least five quotes to get a feel for your character.)

Other: (Anything we forgot, or didn't fit anywhere else? Put it here!)

I'll also copy this form onto my profile for ease of access. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, feel free to leave them in the reveiws or send one of us a PM. We will try to get back to you as soon as we can! Good luck everyone, and have fun!

Submitted Talents:

Florist

Horror Concept Artist

Priest

Makeup Artist

Electrician

Tailor

Scriptwriter

Goth-Rocker

Thief

Reader

Casting Agent

Explosives Engineer

Chocolatier

Profiler

Smuggler

Butoh Dancer

Chemist

Parkourist

Spiritual Healer

Astronomer

Forest Ranger

Entrepreneur

Interrogator

Audiobook Narrator

Ringleader

Fighter Pilot

Strategist

Cover Artist

Racer

Mangaka

Roboticist

True Crime Author

Police Officer

Mnemonist

Matchmaker

Negotiator

Dealer

Tour Guide

Bounty Hunter

Submitted Genders:

Male: 22

Female: 17