Waking up from a dream is disorienting when you don't even know you're sleeping. It's even more disorienting when the only thing I can see when I open my eyes is black, sort of swirling. There's almost no difference between my eyes being open or shut. I can't describe it in as many words, not in any language I know. It's negro, noir, schwarz. Black as far as I can see. Nothing more.

I open my mouth to scream, to cry out, to say anything, but my vocal chords refuse to work, even though I can feel the strain I'm putting on them. I can't reach my hand up to grab my throat, I can't kick out to see where I am. Nothing moves when I want it to. I can barely feel myself breathe at all. I can't do anything but blink, which gives me no reprieve from the darkness, and try to scream. Am I still dreaming? Did I even wake up?

Somewhere to my side, though I can't tell exactly where, someone laughs a distinct, peculiar laugh. Wait- I know that laugh. I- I need to get away! It comes closer as I try to struggle harder, to get away, anything. I can't do anything!

The laughter stops as I feel the figure looming over me. I feel myself start to hyperventilate, black splotches laying over the black in front of me. This is how I die, isn't it?

And, as though I hadn't been awake at all, I fall back into unconsciousness.

X-X-X

My neck is incredibly stiff as I raise my head from my arms, blinking the last bits of blurriness from my vision. No doubt my face has red marks across it from the awkward position. My back aches from the desk chair-

Wait. Why am I sitting at a desk? I don't remember falling asleep in class. I never fall asleep in class. What school am I even in?

I look around the room, my vision finally settling. Rows of standard desks are lined up in front of and next to mine- another something mysterious. I never sit in the back, always front and center, no matter what school I'm in. There aren't any supplies on mine or any of the other desks, either. No backpacks, nothing. No hint of anyone ever being here.

Up front is a teacher's desk, also bare, and a blackboard with no hint of writing on it, like it was wiped completely clean. At least I didn't miss any notes, though I somehow doubt that's relevant now.

All of the walls are mostly bare, with strange decorative designs on them, almost like a bright yellow leopard print. Whoever designed this place couldn't have had much talent in their field. Not only that, but the only light coming in is from above me. The couple windows in this classroom are boarded up with iron plates and bolts. Strange…

And that, in the corner. Is that a camera? The monitor opposite it, I get; most schools have at least one room with one. But a camera? Maybe they're extra strict about security here, wherever this is.

"Hello?" My voice is hoarse and dry, like I haven't spoken or had water in days. It almost hurts to speak. I stand from the desk and nearly collapse on my shaky legs. I don't recognize this classroom at all, though I've been in so many before. This one, at least, I recognize as being in Japan, thanks to the traditional sayings written in kanji hanging on the front walls. I'm home, then. That does a little to calm my nerves. I haven't been home in a long time, not since-

Since-

Huh. I actually can't remember. But still remains the mystery of how I got here. The last thing I remember is- oh, wait! That's it!

I stagger over to the classroom door and open it wide. Immediately, I'm greeted with a brightly-lit hallway. I close my eyes for just a second to let them adjust, and as soon as I open them again I'm greeted by the sight of a blue-haired boy my age, sixteen, with serious eyes.

"Ah!" I nearly fall backwards in shock, but I manage to grab onto the door frame to steady myself. What a first impression that would've been. "Who are you?"

"I could ask you the same." Jeez, his voice sounds as serious as the rest of him looks. What with his yellow-brown uniform shirt and pants, not to mention how neat his somewhat shaggy hair is, I would've mistaken him for a teacher if he weren't my age. He turns away, not looking at me as he continues on. "Come on. We've all been called to the gym for orientation. The announcement just came on."

I stand still for a second before lurching into motion to catch up with him. Like hell I'm gonna be left behind here alone. "Orientation? Wait, hold on!" My instincts must be right, then, and my memory corroborates that. I know where I am now! Though I could've sworn the hallways weren't this purple...

He stops abruptly, mild irritation etched in his face. It already seems like a completely natural look for him, though he should be happier that we're here! "What?"

Making a split-second decision, I bow in proper greeting. "We should at least introduce ourselves, right? I'm Ishikawa Camila, Super High-School Level Linguist."

For a moment, I'm afraid he's going to ignore me and keep walking, but he bows as well. "Abe Fumito. Super High-School Level Historian."

Historian? Seems fitting. I can definitely see him as a future history professor, someone who's published many books. Someone prestigious. "You know, Abe, I've worked with a couple historians before. If you need my help with any translations, let me know!"

As I suspected I might, I receive no response to my offer. "Look, we have to get to the gym. I don't know about you, but I don't want to be the last one there."

I follow him as he starts walking down the hall, since I have no idea where I'm going. Does he know where he's going? "So, are you excited?"

"Not really." His pace quickens, forcing me to jog to catch up to him. Wow, chilly. We've only known each other for barely two minutes and already he doesn't like me. At least during orientation, I might find some more responsive, friendly people. I'd rather not go through school with everyone hating me instantly.

The hallway we move down, way too purple for my liking, is to the right out of my classroom, so I assume that he was passing by and heard me move. As much as I want to, he's obviously not going to talk to me, so I don't bother. My throat is still raw, though it feels better as time passes.

Two things I notice right away about the halls: there are more cameras. I didn't realize it before, but I've already started looking for them in the halls. They're littered on the ceilings every few feet, all pointed and glaring down with their red recording lights on. The other thing I notice is the lack of people. We're going to orientation, aren't we? Surely that would mean that the other students and staff should be showing us where to go.

Which reminds me- I don't know where to go. We wind down the halls, taking turns that to me make no sense. The obnoxious purple slowly fades to a sickening lime green. Abe doesn't let this distract him, and doesn't hesitate going around corners, staying in the middle of the hallway. I can't imagine this is just dumb luck, especially not once we find ourselves in front of the gym. He pushes the doors open. I almost expect for us to be greeted with a full gym, but that's not the case. Rather, it's empty.

"We're the first ones here?" I can't help but phrase it like a question. After he was worried about us being the last ones here, too! I peer around the gym. There's not a lot here; some chairs for the ceremony, some random basketballs in the corner and a stage with a podium. Surprisingly bare. I imagine once classes start, there will be sports equipment all over the place.

"Told you I'd win!" I whip around at the sudden voice, unconsciously tugging Abe by the hand to look as well. He recoils and takes his hand out of mine, a strange look on his face. I don't dwell on it long, instead giving this new person my full attention. A boy with wild black hair and a track jacket sprints toward us, slowing halfway across the gym. Even though he was just running, he isn't out of breath. That's some pretty impressive stamina if you ask me.

"Maeda, didn't we tell you to wait?" a girl yells from the entrance, her shrill voice already out of breath as she and a taller boy, muscles clearly defined through his flannel shirt, jog up to him. A quick glance at Abe tells me that he would rather be anywhere but here.

"Hi?" I say, a slightly nervous smile on my lips.

The girl ignores me, patting down nonexistent stray hairs while shoving the guy's shoulder with her free hand. Her half-apron, layered over her skirt, flutters a bit with the motion. "What happened to don't run ahead, huh?" she asks, and I realize that her voice is just as shrill talking as it is yelling. Lovely.

Abe shifts his eyes over to me briefly, as if telling me to do something to make ourselves more known, as the muscled guy puts a hand on her shoulder. "Chill out, Rikimaru. He's just excited."

I give Abe a helpless, already exasperated look. What am I supposed to do, exactly? "Hello?" I try again, and finally I get their attention. Not like I've been standing here for the last couple of minutes, and I'd like to think that I'm not that plain. Surely I stand out enough to be noticed.

"Oh, hey." The wild-haired boy grins at us. "You must be some of our other classmates! I'm Maeda Hayao, Super High-School Level Track Star! Nobody can run like I can!"

The girl rolls her eyes and scoffs, unimpressed. "As they've seen." She finishes fixing her immaculate black hair and looks me and Abe over. A snide look crosses her face. "I'll have to do you two over later. Don't let me forget. My name is Rikimaru Kirika, Super High-School Level Hairstylist."

Which explains the perfection that is her hair, and her contempt from looking at mine and Abe's. Upon further inspection, her hair is held like it is, nearly natural-looking, with a couple of bobby pins and clips. That's nice and all, but her personality surely doesn't match her beauty.

The muscular boy smiles kindly at us next. He reminds me of that stereotype for lumberjacks with his flannel and denim, but he's clean shaven. I wouldn't have been surprised if he'd had a beard, even if he's still in high school. "I'm Matsumoto Takeshi, Super High-School Level Carpenter. Great to meet you."

Abe and I introduce ourselves quickly before Maeda makes a pointed look at Rikimaru. "Hey, bet you can't shoot more hoops than I can!" Great, he must've seen the basketballs. I glance up; yep, there's a hoop available.

Rikimaru grumbles under her breath about her hair, but still jogs to catch up with Maeda, her short, sharp heels giving a more defined sound. She won't be outdone, but I wonder how she could run all the way here in heels, no matter how short they are. There's a definite reason I wear flats.

"...I should probably watch them, make sure a fight doesn't break out." Matsumoto gives us a wave as he goes to the corner with them, leaving me and Abe alone again.

"They're eccentric, aren't they?" I stare off after them. Yeah, eccentric seems to be the right word to fit them collectively. "I have a feeling they're not going to be the only ones, either."

"Right." Abe stares after them, though his expression is unreadable. An awkward silence fills the air, at least until Maeda and Rikimaru start shooting hoops, the sounds of their banter and the basketballs overwhelming the silence.

I sigh, shifting my position. I want to try talking to him again, but he would probably ignore me, so I don't bother.

For now.

No promises for the future.

Even with the gym doors closed again, I can hear shouting coming from the other side of them, getting louder as the person approaches. I think it's a good kind of shouting, but I can't be sure from here. Abe takes a deep breath, but steels himself like he knows how to deal with loud people. I make a mental note to ask him about that later. I have a feeling I'm going to need to know.

The shouting I heard comes from the mouth of a boy walking backwards into the gym. "-ridiculous!" he's shouting at someone I can't see yet. His head turns like he's looking for- something. I'm not sure what. Abe rubs his forehead like he already has a headache. I can't say I blame him, between the shouting and the louder two in the corner. "Why aren't there any phones? Where is mine?"

A girl with lean muscle follows him in, just far enough behind that she isn't automatically associated with him. She watches him with a blank expression and doesn't say anything to the two of us, just braces herself against the wall with her stockinged legs crossed. She seems oddly calm, a foil to the boy's franticness. Just looking at her is so much better than listening to this boy.

"Hey," I say, momentarily catching the girl's attention. Her eyes pierce through me, dark and sharp. I almost flinch under her gaze. "My name is-"

"You!" The boy rushes up to us and puts his hands on my shoulders. His grip is much too tight and he shakes me a little as he talks. His eyes, a dusty rose-like color, are wide and frantic, much like the rest of him. Please tell me that he has an off switch! "Do you know anything about the wifi and reception here? Where did my phone go?"

I smack his hands off of me and straighten out my dress shirt. Appearances are key to a good first impression, and I will not have mine ruined. "I don't know!" It didn't even register with me before that I didn't have my phone. Did I leave it at home? "Who are you?"

In an instant, his whole demeanor changes. His expression becomes less frantic and more cocky, like a C-list celebrity who expects to be recognized and asked for autographs, though nobody does. He tugs on his purple jacket and slips his hands half into the pockets of his jeans. "Oh, you know me! My blog is only one of the most popular and well-known in Japan."

"I already told you. Nobody knows who you are." It takes a moment for me to realize that it was the girl who spoke. She pushes herself off of the wall and comes over to us. "His name is Aoyama Nozomu, Super High-School Level Blogger." Her eyes shift over to him, but he doesn't notice. He's too busy striking some odd kind of pose. Maybe he thinks he's in an anime or something. "Idiot." She shakes her head, lifting her hand to a charm hanging from a chain around her neck. "I am Saito Kagami, Super High-School Level Archer."

Abe and I introduce ourselves again. I'm getting better at making introductions to the point already. Abe starts talking again as Aoyama's pose melts into a more natural stance. "Orientation should be starting soon. I'd make yourselves comfortable."

Saito takes a look around the gym. Her lips tug down into a firm line at the folding chairs in the center. "Not the most comfortable orientation I've ever been to." Nevertheless, she shrugs and goes back to the wall, choosing to watch the competition between Maeda and Rikimaru while we wait. Aoyama wanders over to that group of three, probably to make himself known to them and see if he can get anyone who recognizes him.

Abe looks after Aoyama with a somewhat puzzled look on his face. "Something wrong?" I ask, and am actually a bit surprised when he answers.

"Nothing. I didn't say so, but one of my older sisters is a fan of his." I notice his brief hesitation when he mentions his sister, but he stares hard at Aoyama's back, not acknowledging it. It's a wonder I got anything out of him at all. "Can't really see why."

"Maybe he's better on paper? I don't know, but I'm glad you didn't mention it. His ego would've bloated bigger than the gym if you said something." I smile as Abe lets out something akin to a laugh. I'm getting through to him!

I want to carry the momentum through into a question, some kind of icebreaker, but before I can, four more people walk into the room. Two of them, a long-haired girl in a t-shirt and denim shorts and a shorter boy, are already talking animatedly with each other, and move so they're sitting in front of the stage. They're so engrossed in their conversation that they don't register anyone else here.

The other two, another boy-girl pair, are kind of distant from each other. The girl smiles when she sees me and Abe, and comes to greet us right away. She's poised, with almost as much muscle as Saito, though she's more elegant in a gauze-like skirt. "Hi! You're all here for the orientation, right?"

"That's right," Abe says, and as soon as he says that, the boy she's with shoots her an I told you so look.

She sighs in exasperation, ignoring his look. "It's not my fault we've never been in this building before! How was I supposed to know where to go? And it's not like they were being much help, either." The two from earlier don't hear her. That, or they purposely ignore her. It's hard to tell. "I'm sorry for getting us lost, okay?" She deflates a bit, tugging at the hem of her skirt. "I'm Ueda Miyuki, Super High-School Level Figure Skater." She points to the girl by the stage. "That's Hamasaki Utako, Super High-School Level Guitarist. Next to her is Fujimoto Hidekazu, Super High-School Level Songwriter. I guess I can see why they're banding together; they barely finished introducing themselves before they started making googly eyes at each other."

The boy lifts his hand in greeting. "And I'm Ikeda Kazuhiko, Super High-School Level Massage Therapist." All the names start swimming in my head. How many more people can there possibly be? But if I'm being honest, his laid-back behavior definitely fits his talent, at least that I've seen so far.

"Do we know when the orientation is going to start?" Ueda asks me, her ash-colored hair sweeping over her shoulders as she tilts her head.

"No clue. I don't think this is everyone, either." Ueda nods, momentarily distracted by Rikimaru and Maeda bickering even louder than they were earlier. Aoyama snickers. I bet he wishes he could be recording this for his blog. He seems like the type.

Ikeda wanders off to a quieter corner, likely having the same idea as Saito. Ueda lingers by me and Abe, though. "Probably about four or five of us left, wouldn't you say?"

I go to respond, but just then, four people, true to Ueda's prediction, filter in. One of them, a girl with curled pigtails, sifts through some tiny scraps of paper or something that she's holding. "Perfect. I'll be needing these."

Behind her, a short girl walks as though she's in a trance, not really taking in what's going on around her. I'm surprised she doesn't bump into the first girl at all. Ueda and I glance at each other, and then back to her. Abe is completely disinterested. "Is she-"

"Don't worry about her. She's fine." Another girl, wearing overalls and a golden-brown braid, follows them in with a curly-haired boy.

"She's just daydreaming, that's all," the boy adds with a smile. It's a warm, welcoming smile. I can tell I'm going to like him already. "I'm Kadoshima Yasu, Super High-School Level Friend, but you can call me Yasu. Honorifics aren't necessary, either. It's great to meet you!"

The girl he's with smiles at us, too. She bows politely, her braid falling over her shoulder. "Sasaki Hanayo, Super High-School Level Herbalist."

The pigtail girl shifts her attention onto us, pocketing the slips of paper. "My name is Yoshida Etsuko, Super High-School Level Lucky Student. Which is why I'm going to be using all those band-aids within a week, trust me." Oh, so that's what she was holding: band-aids. Makes sense, now that I think about it.

As if sensing that it's her turn, the spaced-out girl perks up and waves with a cheery smile of her own. "I'm Oshiro Amaya, Super High-School Level Astrologist." Which makes my previous thought funnier; she really was spaced out. I smile to myself at the pun, even though nobody else heard it.

Ueda and I introduce ourselves, and I play-glare at Abe until he introduces himself as well. He's still a meter or so away from us; he must not like large groups or something.

"So this is orientation? Good to know." I look up past Sasaki and Yasu and freeze at who I'm looking at. The four of them and Ueda turn and freeze as well. He's one of the most handsome people I've ever seen, and I've seen many beautiful people from around the world. His face is comprised of sharp lines and smooth skin, and his smile is perfect. His hair is, too. I'm sure Rikimaru would approve. And his clothes help the whole looking-good-without-trying thing. "Ishikawa, Ueda, all of you, nice to meet you. My name is Nakamura Ikuo, Super High-School-Level Charmer."

Nearby, I can practically feel Abe bristle. When I look back, his expression is mostly neutral, but his body language tells me quite the opposite. "Good. Now that we're all acquainted, I'm going to see if I can find out who's running this orientation." He turns his back to us and heads towards the stage with crossed arms and an air of irritation.

"Who pissed in his Cheerios?" Yoshida asks. I shrug; I have absolutely no idea what's going on with him, but I'm going to figure him out if it's the last thing I do. Which, hopefully, it's not. I still have a long life to live.

"He's probably just anxious," Yasu says in a placating manner. "Orientation, plus meeting a bunch of people would be stressful for just about anyone." I find myself agreeing with him. That must be why; he was fine just a minute ago. Yasu shifts uncomfortably for a second before speaking again. "And, so you know, my pronouns right now are he and him."

Clarification? Part of me wonders why it's necessary, but the other half is still occupied. "It's really nice to meet you all," I say with a grin. I can't help but look back at Abe, though. He looks like he's trying to be busy, but for whatever reason, he keeps glancing at us with an odd look on his face. "...I'm going to check on Abe. I'll be back." I go to him without any prompting from them. I want to figure him out; is that so wrong? "Is everything okay?"

His distracted frown doesn't slip as he changes his positioning, trying to peer into the wings of the stage. "He...rubs me the wrong way." Without him even looking over, I can tell that he's talking about Nakamura.

I want to know why. Nakamura seems like a good guy- definitely good looking- and if we're all classmates, shouldn't we be on friendly terms with each other? "So… Just out of curiosity, did anyone else happen to wake up in a classroom?" Yoshida asks, stealing the attention of everyone in the room. "Cuz that's something I would do, but I don't remember anything beyond stepping foot in the main entrance."

That's...exactly the same as me. And once she says that, all of the rest of us start looking around at each other in surprise at our common experience. "That's freaky," Maeda says, already looking apprehensive. He nods to me and Abe. "The two of you don't seem like the type to fall asleep in class."

"I'm not," I assure him. "This is all so strange, isn't it? Nobody remembers anything past stepping onto campus, and then waking up?"

Not a single person says they do. A chill runs down my spine as I look back towards the wings of the stage, where Abe was looking earlier. My eyes widen for a second- was that something moving in the shadows? Someone? Before I can bring that up to the group, or bring it to Abe's attention, the loudspeakers crackle to life. I cover my ears until long after the static stops, and our attentions turn to the speakers themselves. I feel as though something is going to happen at any moment, and I'm excited.

I'm also right.

"Welcome to Hope's Peak Academy," a familiar voice says. I know I've heard it before, but for some reason, my mind blanks on who it is. "This is your headmaster spe-"

The sound cuts off, and is soon replaced with this awful music that makes Hamasaki visibly recoil and the rest of us shout in surprise. I go back to covering my ears with a groan. It's less music and more clashing sounds, like it was thrown together at the last minute. Before it can play for too long, it cuts off again, and another voice starts speaking. "Testing, testing, one, two!" This voice is considerably higher in pitch, and is one I don't recognize at all. "Please disregard that last message, we're experiencing a couple pesky technical difficulties. I am your real headmaster!"

"That's- that's not right," I mutter, but I can't tell how I know that. Ugh, I'm not used to not knowing! The person who spoke first is our real headmaster. I know that! Whoever this is now is an imposter, they have to be. But- how do I know that?

A bell-like sound comes from the stage, and Abe and I step back. All sixteen of us are nearly forming a line in front of the stage. I wait for the "headmaster" to show himself- but instead, a stuffed bear that looks like a factory reject somehow swings up from below the podium.

Nobody speaks, moves, breathes, for what feels like an eternity. "Is this a joke?" Ueda asks tentatively. The confidence I saw in her earlier is gone now. What else could this be, other than a practical joke? Seriously, how juvenile.

"Of course it's not!" The bear's mouth moves with the words I hear, and it shakes a fist at us. Its movements are fluid, not at all like a robot or animatronic, which I assume it is. "I told you, I'm your headmaster! Headmaster Monokuma!" He waits for us to react, but as far as I can tell, nobody recognizes the name. He stomps one of his little feet. "Fine, then. Be sticks in the mud. Maybe you'll react more if I tell you what you're here for."

"School?" Ikeda asks, raising an eyebrow tentatively. That's the only answer I can think of, at least.

"Guess again! This may be a school, but you aren't here for schooling!" He does a little wiggle-dance. If I thought he couldn't get any stranger, well, he just did. "You'll be living a sort of dorm life together, living in harmony!"

Hamasaki looks around at us. "I don't get it. Does that mean we can leave whenever we want, then?"

Monokuma scoffs at her question. "Nu-uh! Did you see any exits on your way here? I don't think so! Like I said, living in harmony together!"

"Right. For how long, exactly?" Matsumoto asks, his expression uncertain.

"That's just it! You're going to be living here until the day you die! Which, for some of you, might be earlier than you think."

Maeda howls with laughter after a beat passes. "Good one! Whoever's pranking us, you can come out now." Nobody does, just as nobody speaks into the silence. He starts sweating nervously. "C-c'mon. It's not funny anymore." Still nothing. Nobody else says a word.

"I don't think he's kidding," Sasaki says nervously. She shrinks back towards Yasu, who's starting to look a bit faint. I hope they're both okay. Something like this certainly isn't easy to take in.

"Finally someone gets it!" Monokuma snarls, baring the fangs filling the left side of his mouth. Watching them gnash together makes me shudder involuntarily. "Overalls over here is right! This ain't no joke."

Just like that, everyone falls silent again, though this time is more permanent. In all of the languages I know, I can't find the words to use in this situation.

"You've probably noticed by now no windows or doors leading outside. Guess what? It's because you're trapped here at my mercy." He starts walking back and forth across the podium on stubby legs. He stops cold after a moment, his white half facing out towards us. "However, there is one way out." His beady red eye glows as his gaze sweeps the gym. "Murder one of your classmates."

Rikimaru laughs, sharp and staccato. "I'm sorry, what?"

"You heard me! Stabbing, bludgeoning, beating, poisoning, spearing, skewering, strangling, dismembering, drowning, asphyxiating, crushing, even all of the above! It's up to you. That is the only way you can leave." Even though his expression didn't change, his tone is light, lilting. He's enjoying this.

"You say that," Fujimoto says, "but that's never going to happen. We'll find a way out of here." Brave words for a boy who's shaking so much that Hamasaki grabs his hand to stop it. Then again, he's much braver than the rest of us for even saying something.

Monokuma laughs, the piercing sound nearly bursting my eardrums. "You make me laugh, kid. I'm not worried about this one. Band together, yada yada, crush despair, blah blah, I've heard it all. And lemme tell ya: it never works. May as well abandon all hope at the door, cuz this isn't gonna end without someone dead."

He pauses for a second to let all of us absorb this information. We look at each other, all of us horrified. Even Saito and Abe, who I already pegged as the most steadfast, look queasy at this turn of events. "Anyway, if you'll please find your name up front, you'll find your e-Handbook." One by one, we go up and find ours. Mine powers up with no problem, though I can't help but notice Abe give his a funny look. Monokuma waits for us all to grab ours before continuing. "It's coded with your full name and personal information, plus some other handy things, like the school regulations. By the way, I suggest reading and following those. You'll be punished fittingly if you don't!"

He's...he's actually serious. Oh my god, I think I'm going to throw up.

"You'll need the e-Handbook if you want to get into certain places, such as the locker rooms. We can't have boys and girls goin' into one and doing to do, ya know?"

Yasu lifts a shaky hand, almost nervous to be talking to Monokuma. "So do I go with my biological gender, or my actual gender…?"

Monokuma tilts his head. "Wha?"

He brings his hand back to his side and swallows. "I'm genderfluid."

For the most part, Monokuma is more phased than any of us, especially since Yasu already told some of us. He pauses, taking a moment to think like he hadn't thought of it before. "I dunno. Just go with what your e-Handbook says, I guess. There might be a function on there or something already." He shrugs it off nonchalantly. "Anyway, read the regulations and weep. See ya later!"

With that, he disappears.

SURVIVING STUDENTS: 16

Welcome to the world of DVHS. I've been working on this idea for some time now, since before May, and now I'm finally releasing the fruits of my labor. Character silhouettes can be found on my tumblr (mythgirlimagines) under the tag "dvhs" if you want to see them.

I'm not sure how often I'll be updating, since I have a heavy editing process for this fic, but hopefully I'll have the first part of the first chapter up soon!

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