Danganronpa Antebellum: Lockdown の小説・ストーリー

My sister, Judy Easton, skipped school and started dating way too early, but our parents sent me, the straight-A kid, to a juvenile behavioral correction center, saying it was to teach her a lesson. "Judy, take a good look at William. Act up again, and you're going there, too." My family showed up to visit every so often. The first year, an instructor blew out my eardrum. I was covered in blood, gripping the bars, begging for help. Dad pointed at me while talking to Judy. "Look at him. Still can't follow simple instructions. If you don't listen to us, you'll end up just like him." The second year, the instructor broke both my legs. My parents stood over my bed and said, "Look at you,

He stayed there, shield-like, as the wind howled through the shattered window, whipping the room into a frenzy. "Vane! I want every light in the Silas district dark! Now!" Abram barked into his comms. He reached down, his hand sliding beneath Elara’s waist to haul her up into a crouch. He didn't let her stand. He kept her low, dragging her toward the dressing room hallway where the stone walls provided a dead zone. "The lockdown is a joke. They’re inside the perimeter." "Ahh! My leg... Abram, you’re crushing me!" Elara scrambled, her fingers slick with the blood from her knees.

The floor trembled under their feet. Sirens howled. The monitors above them flickered and then went dark one by one. Rhett didn’t stop typing. His hands flew over the keys, sweat dripping from his jaw. “Come on, come on…” “Rhett, what are you doing?” Lena shouted over the alarm. “Overriding the lockdown!” His voice cracked with frustration. “If Kael sealed the exits, we’re buried alive.” Daniel gritted his teeth, watching the door they’d come through. Shadows flickered behind the glass too many to count. “We’ve got company. Lots of it.”

I'd just finished cutting all four locks when a group of security guards arrived, with Jake among them. The head of security, Patrick Lewman, pointed at the locks I'd tossed aside on the ground and jumped in fury. "Who did this?" I gave a short, humorless laugh. "Do you see anyone else here?" That only made him angrier. He pointed at me and roared, "Who said you could remove the clamps without my permission? Do you know this entire complex is under my supervision? You have some nerve to remove them without authorization!" I almost laughed at his words. My car had been clamped, and I wasn't allowed to unlock it? What kind of logic was that?

Bo says, looking up at the sky. Iselyn and I help Delia gather the children, while Gray, Bo and the elders get to work setting everything and everyone into place before the moon reaches its peak. When Delia and the children are gone and the rest of the pack is chained to the trees, Gray and Bo take Iselyn and I a little farther out than the rest. “You’ll be okay,” Gray tells me, as he locks the thick metal clamp around my neck. I only nod in response. Much harder than I hope too.

For a year, Malakai Thorne's ultra-luxury penthouse had been Aria’s sanctuary—a gilded haven where the ghosts of her past could not reach her. To the world, Kai was a ruthless, unfeeling corporate predator, but to her, he had been a fierce protector. She had blindly trusted him, calling him her everything and giving him the shattered pieces of her heart. She arrived in a shimmering emerald gown, waiting for her fairy tale to begin. But as the spotlight snapped on, the trap snapped shut. Holding the hand of a global heiress, Kai publicly announced his engagement to another woman, reducing Aria to nothing more than a "disposable pet" in front of the city's elite. Broken, humiliated, and desper

Scream the end of the game and the winner of the task. But just then... Click. We heard it. And right before our eyes, the stupidly stubborn matte black metal lockbox opened. It actually opened. It opened!!! "Annnddd stop! Game over!"

His hand stayed wrapped around hers, his body hunched close, every muscle coiled like a spring. The door creaked. Grim stepped back in, his cut hanging heavy across his broad shoulders. Behind him, Ghost and Tank. Hawk followed last, his usual smirk replaced with something cold and sharp. Rhett looked up, his jaw set. “What’s this?” Grim’s gaze swept the room, then landed on him. “Lockdown.” Tank moved to the window, blinds snapping shut. Ghost leaned against the far wall, pale eyes fixed on the hallway like a hawk. Hawk stationed himself at the door, shoulders squared.

Arthur cried out from the backyard. Zack rolled his eyes as he took the food that had been prepared by their mother. He brought it out into the backyard as Arthur and Damien—the Delta of the Shadow Pack—were arranging the tables for their gathering that night. “Would it help if you just use the mind link? You don’t have to shout throughout the forest so that everyone would know I am a lazy ass son of a—”

The console screamed: “Brute-force at 98%. Lock breach imminent.” Tension peaked gulag ghosts watching as we fought in their tomb. Dante took a round to the vest grunting, falling. Rocco roared charging. I sprinted for the console palm slamming the emergency purge. But Nadia’s hand clamped my wrist knife at my throat. “Too late, heir.” Screens flared: “Lock breached. Swarm 2.0 rebooting.” The air hummed nanos waking. Heart struck while frozen in blue light.