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[ You wake to a comfortable silence, warmth and softness surrounding you. The room is dim, but a little light comes into the room. Should you check, the room has an ornate clock that tells you it is still early-- only a few minutes after seven in the morning. Although it should be no difficult task to assess that this room is unfamiliar to you in every way; your last memories will be a bit herder to focus in on. But the haze will gradually lift and you will be left with a few simple facts.

This bed-- this room is not your own. Nor is it the last place you were.

You are not alone. There are at least two other people sleeping in beds like yours in this room.

Now that you are awake it is time to explore. As you do you will realize just how many others there are in this building. Meet with them and you will probably soon realize none of them know any more than you do. Still-- considering the situation it may benefit you greatly to work together.

It is likely that you will see portraits of some familiarity positioned throughout the building as well as some confusing writing posted in each of your rooms as well as just outside of the Ballroom.

Looking around you will notice that you have practically full reign of the house-- with one exception. It would appear that right now the office is locked. ]

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[A familiarity with the subject danced about in the back of his mind, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it... Strange...]

I get the feeling that may not be the case here...

Yet who knows? Maybe they will give us more room to explore after the first blood had been shed...

...I'd rather that not happen. But...that place also said that if no one committed a murder they'd kill someone off anyways. [So in the end, someone always acted.]

... So there was a time limit of sorts.

[Hm. That would make sense. Perhaps, like Monokuma, the host of the game Eliza was in got bored easily.]

Yeah, and they even had a scoring system for it. [She shudders a bit. They were there for the entertainment of others, after all. A sick game show...]

Oh, and, um, by the way, you can just call me Eliza. No need to be super-formal by using my last name or anything.

[First name basis, so soon? Must be a westerner. Very well, he shall introduce himself accordingly.]

Hello, Eliza. I am Korekiyo Shinguji, but you may call me Kiyo if you like.

[Yes, Kiyo flows easier off the tongue. Makes him seem slightly less creepy.]

Pleased to meet you.

[She smiles a bit.] It's nice to meet you too! Um, despite the bad circumstances we're in.