Danganronpa Antebellum: Lockdown Novels & Stories

"If they stop reading, that's their first defeat." "That's not fair." Elvin smiled. "You suggested it. Let's play. After all, you have nothing to do, and neither do I. Besides, even though I hate to say it, this lockdown would soon be over, and I need to have a memorable moment of these last days spent with you. I need to see you beg. Well, just as you would soon have me beg." Eve didn't want to call off the lockdown. It could expose who she was to Elvin. But she had to because even though she had achieved the purpose of the lockdown, she was now playing with Ann.

The overhead lights shifted to a menacing crimson, signaling the building's lockdown. With a deafening thud, all doors slammed shut. Argent, her task complete, moved stealthily from the mansion’s entrance to the next checkpoint at the River border. The only escape route lay in the hands of Mr. Dawson, whose fingerprints were now a gruesome souvenir in Hound's possession—both hands severed and hidden away. The acrid scent of burning flesh filled the air, remnants of a desperate act to keep Daryl from bleeding out. In the center of the room stood the Dawson family, Emily among them, bound and gagged as if they awaited execution, their muffled whimpers slicing through the tense silence.

Elena ran to the back of the shop, ripping away a heavy canvas tarp to reveal a massive, ancient-looking console covered in brass dials and manual switches. "This is it," she said, her voice filled with a desperate hope. "The Atuabo Relay Mark I. If I can patch my laptop into the manual override, I can bypass Julian’s digital lockdown through the copper hardlines." Killian stood guard at the door, his eyes scanning the perimeter. "How long, Elena?" "I need ten minutes to stabilize the pressure. If I can't do it by then, the Atuabo II injectors will reach critical mass and level three city blocks in Ghana."

His first instincts were to leave a punch in the most painful part of Jones body for reasons of putting eyes on his woman but, that would kill the man and end their mission before it even starts. So he reached out to blind his left eye. Dreco ‘s adrenaline pumped furiously just at the mare sight of Dylan Jones. He didn't have to do that so he found a way to cover it up.

The magnetic locks engaged with a final, heavy thud. "Lockdown initiated," the system voice announced. It wasn't the calm, female voice from before. It was deeper. It sounded like Dante, but stripped of all humanity. "Threat detected: Bianca Vane. Objective: Preservation of the Anchor. Counter-measures active." From the shadows of the ceiling, the automated turrets lowered. Their red targeting lasers began to sweep the room. "Dante, don't!" Bianca cried out, pressing her back against the glass of the tank. "It’s me! It's Bianca!"

I was too pissed to do anything else, really. “…Let me see it,” I said suddenly, cutting their banter short. Ian unlocked his phone and slid it across the table to me. I played the video. The clip opened mid-play. The camera angle was from the stands—slightly shaky, zoomed in too tight—like whoever recorded it knew something special was about to happen. The score flashed briefly at the bottom of the screen. MILTON LIONS 28 — EASTBROOK RAVENS 10 The Ravens were on offense.

“Listen to me. Whatever they think you are, whatever they built or planned or failed at, none of that changes what you choose to be now.” Her hands shook. “You don’t understand. If they made me once, they can take me again.” “No,” I said. “They can try.” Daniel spoke again, faster now. “Sir. We’ve lost external cameras on the south side.” That did it. I turned sharply. “Initiate lockdown protocol. Level black. No exceptions.” Daniel hesitated. “That will draw attention.” “Do it anyway.” He nodded and moved quickly, fingers flying over the console. The building lights dimmed slightly as the system shifted. Steel shutters began sliding into place over lower level windows. The faint sound of re

“Run.” “Who?” she asked desperately. But it was too late. His eyes dimmed, his last exhale carried away by the wind that whispered through the broken glass. Sirens blared. Red lights began flashing across the port. Victor grabbed Adanna’s arm. “They’ve triggered a lockdown.” Adanna stood, eyes wet but steady. “Then we finish what we came for.” They raced toward the control tower overlooking the port. Gunfire erupted in the distance, Syndicate agents moving in from all sides. Adanna’s pulse pounded in her ears as they ducked behind cargo crates, returning fire with precision and fury.

“There’s an old service tunnel for telecom lines that runs behind the east wall. It exits into a utility closet two buildings over. It’s tight, but it’s clean. Once the packet is in, you have approximately ninety seconds before the system security—what’s left of it after your virus at the villa—fully reboots and locks the place down.” Ninety seconds to vanish before the most powerful criminals on earth realized they’d been hit. Anton looked at the console, at the port that was the mouth of the dragon. He pulled the two USB drives from his pocket. One for entry to the Freeport—now obsolete. The other, Leora’s packet of apocalypse. He handed the first back to her. “We won’t be needing this.” S