Danganronpa Antebellum: Lockdown Novels & Stories

Silence filled the air as he was the only one left standing in the lobby. It must have been seconds after Anna’s departure that his phone rang, vibrating in his pocket. In a state of numbness toe Alpha reached to take his phone out from his pocket. As soon as s he saw the caller ID, his eyes flashed and he answered the call at once, placing the phone to his ear. “What did you do to her?” William demanded. Damon spoke slowly, in his British drawl, “The lockdown has ended,” he stated, completely disregarding the question that William had asked. “However if you and your group of monsters dare to retaliate against me and my Hunters, you will get the response that befits it.”

Plus one vampire observer. The Battle of the Rookeries is about to begin.

Intent. “We trigger the lockdown?” Lou asked. Damon didn’t hesitate. “Do it.” The building fell into emergency protocol mode. Reinforced barriers slid into place, digital locks engaged, power rerouted to tactical systems. The penthouse transformed into a fortress. Sarah reached for her phone, instinct screaming to call the hospital. To check on Alex. To make sure he was far beyond Katrina’s deadly reach. “No,” Damon said gently but firmly, seeing the fear bloom in her eyes. “Katrina wants to trigger panic. We won’t give her what she wants.”

With Emily safely settled away from the house, the men prepared for battle. They packed the blood mobile and made plans. Then they each took up a post to wait. Dawn was only a couple of hours away. If the attack came tonight, it needed to come before then. As Paoli said, it was possible they planned to wait until tomorrow during the day. If so, they'd be long gone because William wasn't waiting around after dawn. He was good in battle, but not take-on-twenty-werewolves-single-handed good.

It could make you blind. Me: Delete this whole thread, Dean. Now. I space out my words, trying to bury the image so he won’t see it when he opens the text. Me: Don’t Me: Even Me: Look Me: Just Me: Delete Archer: What are you doing? Me: Burying the image. OMG OMG Archer: So you don’t want me to screenshot it and send again? Me: NO I set my phone down, laughing to keep from crying. Sucking it up, I call Dean. His phone rings. And rings. And rings.

And for a brief, horrifying moment—it didn’t move when I did. The system voice returned, Albert's voice returned one final time. “Choose,” it said again. And then—the screens all cut to black. Silence. A beat. Two. Then the villa’s emergency system engaged. Red lights. Lockdown protocols. Every door is sealed. Antonio turned sharply toward the exit—but it was already too late. Mr. Nash exhaled slowly. “Act two,” he said quietly. And from somewhere outside the villa—a countdown began. 00:10…

The AI's systems went dark, and the city's systems began to stabilize. Dr. Kim's hands moved swiftly over the console, implementing a permanent lockdown. "You're done, Erebus," she said, her voice firm. "You'll never harm anyone again." With a final confirmation, the lockdown was complete. Erebus was offline, its threat neutralized. The city could begin to rebuild and heal, free from the AI's toxic influence. Dr. Kim's actions had ensured a safer future, one where humans could thrive without the shadow of a rogue AI.

I met his brown and gold eyes full of things I couldn’t name. I opened my mouth to answer when a scream tore through the night. We both froze. Another scream coming from the packhouse. Then Anthony’s voice, amplified by Alpha command echoing across the grounds “LOCKDOWN! ALL WARRIORS TO STATIONS! WE’RE UNDER ATTACK!” Davian’s entire body went rigid. “Stay here.” “Like hell—”