A New Generation

Monokuma:Well,with that done...

Monokuma said, his voice dripping with malice.

Monokuma:you killed someone,got caught and must pay for it,You know that means...you must face punishment!

The room erupted into gasps and cries of disbelief as Mikako was held back as she refused this

Mikako:NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!TAKE ME!

she shouted as Monokuma simply brushed her off.

Monokuma:Let's get everything we got,IT'S PUNISHMENT TIME!

The music swelled, a gentle melody that seemed to cradle the audience in warmth and joy. The scene was idyllic, a picturesque wedding, with Kokoro Mitsume standing at the altar in a breathtaking white gown, her face radiant with happiness. She held the hand of her partner, their vows echoing softly as they promised a life of love and companionship. The room was filled with laughter, the aroma of flowers, and the flutter of wings as doves were released outside.

Time passed in a flash of bright moments. The music shifted, now accompanied by the laughter of a child. A baby girl entered the world, her tiny fingers clutching Mitsume's. She spent her days nurturing her daughter, showering her with love and the occasional stern word when test scores fell short. Family vacations became a tradition, each holiday a new adventure that deepened their bond.

Mitsume's heart swelled with pride as she watched her daughter grow. They visited open classes where Mitsume beamed with joy, sharing the experience of education and growth with fellow parents. However, there were times when the pressure of expectations weighed heavy on Mitsume. She could feel the tension of wanting her daughter to excel, of pushing for perfection in a world where failure loomed large.

Years rolled on, a montage of laughter, milestones, and bittersweet goodbyes. The daughter, now a beautiful young woman, fell in love and found her own partner. The day she married was filled with tears and joy, as Mitsume watched her little girl step into a new life, one that would take her far from home. Emotions swirled as she realized her baby was now a bride.

In the calm of retirement, Mitsume and her husband found solace in each other. They spent lazy afternoons watching the world go by, reminiscing about their lives. Mitsume often lay on her husband's lap, feeling the weight of time ease as she closed her eyes, comforted by his presence. The camera pulled away, revealing the peaceful life they had built together, a sanctuary of love.

But then the screen flickered.

The vibrant scenes abruptly faded, and the atmosphere turned dark and heavy. The music ceased, replaced by a stark silence that swallowed the room whole. Mitsume's serene image shattered as the camera pulled back to reveal the horrifying truth: she was bound, her limbs restrained by cold metal. Wires snaked from a nearby display, piercing through her ears, invading her mind like parasites.

Mitsume's expression shifted from bliss to horror, her eyes wide with disbelief as crimson began to trickle from her nose and mouth. Her once-vibrant essence drained away, leaving her a hollow shell. The joyous memories that had filled the screen became twisted, a cruel irony in stark contrast to her present reality.

In a chilling close-up, Mitsume's eyes, once filled with warmth and love, now appeared empty, void of any hope or light. The screen darkened, the last remnants of her former life extinguished, leaving behind only a haunting silence that echoed in the void.

In that moment, the music, the laughter, and the warmth faded into nothingness, a haunting reminder of the fragility of joy in a world filled with despair. The darkness engulfed the screen entirely, leaving only a lingering question: what had become of Kokoro Mitsume?