Danganronpa Execution Music Novels & Stories

We took pictures of each other and the flowers and some of we were in groups. “I'm in charge of the music.” I switched off the Bluetooth on Emihle's phone and connected with mine. It was around 19h18. We're still gonna party the whole night. Good music is exactly what we need. Emihle was playing Hip hop but you know my love for pop music. I shuffled my playlist and came up with ROSÈ, toxic till the end. “Call us what we are, toxic from the start Can't pretend that I was in the dark

I watched how they scram and I smirked thinking about the smell of their fear. Alpha Riley shook his head but I don’t care. The music started to fill the place, our cue for the mission to begin. Traitors plug the center stage as they dance into the rhythm without knowing that this might be their last dance. I grabbed a wine from a waitress, a slave, an omega and she was shocked when I touch her arm. She looks bewildered as I help her empty her hands and put them above my shoulder, encouraging for her to dance in the center of the party.

I could hear Daniel’s laughter from the hallway, the sound of a man who thought he had stolen a legacy. He had no idea that the “White Flag” I had raised wasn’t a sign of surrender. It was the signal for the execution to begin. I sat in the silence, watching the shadows of the white tents stretch across the lawn like the fingers of a ghost. The “Reconciliation Gala” was tomorrow. The “Blood Banquet” was finally ready to be served. But as I closed my eyes to rest for the war ahead, a soft, scratching sound came from the air vent in the corner of the room. I froze.