Welcome to my Fan Killing Game!
All OCS are mine.

A high school girl stood in front of a school.

She had silver hair tied in a braid with a red scunchie tossed over her right shoulder. Her icy blue eyes gazed over the school. She tugged her white shirt with her right hand. With her other hand, she grabbed the red bow on the front of her shirt underneath her blue collar and twisted it. The wind slowly moved her blue skirt. She took a deep breath and stepped forwards.

This is Hope's Peak Academy. The school where only the best of the best can attend, funded by the government.

They say if you come here and graduate, you'll be set for life.

There are two things you need to attend.

One, you have to already be attending high school.

Two, you have to be the very best at what you do.

My name is Shiori Doi. I was enrolled as the Ultimate Poet.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't excited.

With that, Shiori took a step forward towards the entrance.

Her vision cut out.

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Shiori lifted her head up, blinking the sleep out of her body.

Her head had been resting on a hard wooden desk.

"What?" She muttered to herself, getting up.

"Nngh.."

Shiori turned around, looking at where the noise had come from.

A person with their head laying on their desk in the corner was slowly getting up.

The person got up, rubbing their eyes.

Their black shoulder length hair fell from around their face. They stood up.

"Um, do you know where we are?" The person asked, obviously a female by the pitch of her voice.

"Tell me your name first," Shiori snapped, glaring at the girl.

The girl put her hands up, "Alright! I'm Tamao Nishioka, the Ultimate Matchmaker!"

Her bangs covered her forehead. She wore a dark blue hoodie with a red heart on the left side of her chest. She wore jean knee length shorts with brown tie up boots.

"So, I told you my name!" Tamao pouted, "Stop staring at me and tell me your name!"

"...Shiori. Shiori Doi, the ultimate poet," Shiori answered, after a moment of silence.

"Are you from Hope's Peak too?" Tamao asked. Shiori nodded, looking away.

Tamao looked around the room, "So, do you know where we are?"

Shiori shook her head.

Tamao walked over to the wall. It was only then that Shiori noticed the windows.

They were bolted with large sheets of metal. Tamao tapped it, "Yep, definitely not breaking through this."

Shiori looked around the room
There was a security camera in the corner of the room watching them, and they were in what seemed like a classroom.

"I don't think there's anything else we can do here," Shiori mentioned, walking out the room.

"Hey, Doi-chan! Wait up!" Tamao called out, as she quickly caught up to Shiori.

Shiori walked down the empty hallway, trying out doors. All of them were locked.

Tamao finally caught up to Shiori, turning the corner as she caught up.

They ran straight into a guy also walking around.

He had black hair that fell down to his shoulders. He was also wearing a green vest over a blue undershirt. He also wore dark green khakis. A pendulum hung from one of the pockets.

"Get out of my way, " He snarled at them.

"Hey, hey! Calm down!" Tamao shook her hands wildly, "I'm Tamao Nishioka, the Ultimate Matchmaker, and this is Shiori Doi, the ultimate poet."

The high school boy raised an eyebrow, "You from Hope's Peak?"

"No, you think?" Tamao muttered, underneath her breath, "Yes. Who are you?"

"Hoizumi Shinsato, the ultimate Hypnotist," Hoizumi crossed his arms, "I would say it's nice to meet you, but I'd be lying."

After he told them that, he pushed them aside and kept walking down the hallway.

"Wow, rude," Tamao pouted, clenching her fists, "Hey, c'mon Doi-chan, let's go!"

She then left to go someplace else. Shiori followed after her, because what else could she do?

First part of the Prolouge!
Hope this was to your liking!
I got plans!
Just gonna say now, I got the names from just searching up Japanese names on the internet.