Shuichi opened his eyes groggily, his head throbbing. "Where am I..." he thought aloud. He turned his head around. 

Nobody else was in the room. Shuichi attempted to move his arms which were hanging behind him, with little luck.

Whoever had taken him knew what they were doing.

Shuichi moved his head towards his arms, and saw that each arm was bound with a thick rope to the respective chair legs.

There was the sound of an creaking door, and Shuichi snapped his head in the direction of the noise.

"He's awake!" a pale woman with dark grey hair and freckles under her eyes, which were a leaf green. She was dressed in a gray blouse with a matching set of sweatpants and shoes, but what stuck out was the fact that she had a pink messemger bag slung over her shoulder.

"Really?!" called another voice, this one male, and the female nodded, moving to the side, causing the opening of the door to widen. A man appeared in the doorway, he had dark brown hair and bright orange eyes, and a pair of thin framed glasses rested on his nose. He was dressed in the exact same fashion as the woman, and now that Shuichi had a better look, everyone in the village wore the same clothes.

"Who are you!" Shuichi demanded in a cautious fashion.

"No, who are you!" the man mimiced Shuichi's question.

The woman used an arm to shove her partner. "Don't mind him. I'm Kitsuragi, Kitsuragi Sakura. And the idiot of a partner of mine is Setsonara Takumi. Feel free to refer to us by our first names."

"That was supposed to be my line!" the man groaned from the floor.

"So you are an idiot?"

"Not an idiot. A comedian."

"What's the difference?"

"Why should I? I mean you followed me all day I assume, drugged me, dragged me here, tieing me to a chair, and you want me to refer to you two by your first names. Sorry if I seem a bit suspicious." Shuichi replied, cutting off the two people arguing.

"I get that, but we had to. We need your guys' help."

"With what?"

The duo turned to each other.

The man stood up abruptly, dimming the already sketchy lighting, and raised a lit flashlight underneath his chin, which gave him a set of shadows that a storyteller would use.

"We need your help to hour take down Team Danganronpa." he replied in a dramatic voice, almost as if he smoldered.