Danganronpa Antebellum: Lockdown Novels & Stories

“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

"Lock you in? What are you talking about? You just need time to think. I did the same thing with your sister when she acted up. Now go!" "No…" "Dad, you can't…!" Judy rushed over. "You want to start, too? None of you ever make things easy for me!" He shoved Judy aside with one hand and pushed me forward with the other. "Dad…" I stumbled inside, my shoulder hitting a stack of boxes. The door slammed shut behind me, and the lock clicked. Darkness swallowed everything. "No… Don't lock it!" Everything fell away. All that was left were flashes of fear. The whip with barbs. The clamps biting into skin. Men laughing as they closed in, hands already at their belts.

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.

Aria The first twenty-four hours were the hardest. The silence of the locked penthouse was deafening, a heavy weight that pressed against my eardrums until I felt like screaming just to hear a human voice. I spent the first night pacing the perimeter, testing every single window, every hidden seam in the reinforced glass, and the cold steel of the elevator shutters. Marcus hadn’t been lying. It was a complete level-five lockdown. The biometric scanners near the private exits didn't even recognize my thumbprint anymore. Kai had wiped my clearance from his system with a single keystroke.

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!"

The world went black. The lights cut out all at once, swallowing the estate in a suffocating, absolute darkness. The hum of electricity died. The screens snapped off. Even the faint glow from the drive in Lena’s hand dimmed as her fingers clenched around it. For a second, no one moved. Then chaos erupted. “Stay with me,” Alexander snapped, reaching for her. But the floor suddenly vibrated with the heavy thunk of steel locking into place — hidden doors, shutters, and barriers sealing the estate from the inside. The old Knight lockdown system activating, burying them all in a concrete cage.

Damon’s deep voice cut through the dark like silk. “Seems the storm decided to make things interesting.” The board members scrambled to leave, muttering about backup generators and delayed negotiations. Calla grabbed her files and pushed back from the table. She didn’t want to breathe the same air as him longer than she had to. But as she reached the door, it slammed shut. A security lock. Her breath caught. “What the hell…” “Backup systems,” Damon’s voice came from behind her, low and amused. “The storm probably tripped the lockdown. Guess we’re stuck here.”