(Yeah changing the daily life to VR life let's go)

I stared at myself in the river.

I look like a f*cking chibi character! This better not be a trick, I thought.

I looked at my arms. They were stubbier than before.

Is this the virtual reality? I need to check on how this was made later, I thought.

My priority was to find shelter first. The snow was slowly becoming hail and it wouldn't take long before it was starting to seriously hurt me.

Twigs and snow crunched under my feet as I walked on the dirt path, squinting my eyes so I could spot some place to take shelter in.

Once there, I could come up with a plan to find the others and see if we're able to get out.

If we're able to.

No don't think that way. Think positive, we will get out of here and the killing game!

I stopped in my tracks.

What if Monkomi turns this into a motive? I sure hope not!

I decided to check on my E-Handbook.

Nothing.

The screen was black and blurry. I couldn't even access the profiles. Hell I couldn't even see the screen properly.

Guess that's out of the question, I thought, stuffing it back in my pockets.

I continued walking.

(Time skip because nothing eventful happened while Kuro was walking)

At last, I spotted something. It looked like a dark mansion like the type in horror games.

I silently chided myself.

Baka! Don't say things like that. It will only make things worse, I thought angrily.

I trudged through the now deep snow towards the mansion, hoping that the others might been in there.

Surprisingly, the doors to the mansion were unlocked albeit heavy to open.

I shut the door behind me and a voice spoke up.

"Hoohoo~ welcome!"

I jumped and tried to look for the owner of the voice.

Nothing.

Although...I did recognize that voice.

"Monkomi show yourself!" I shouted.

The voice sighed.

"Dum-dum! I can't show myself. You are inside the Virtual experience. I myself can't enter through since I couldn't take the headsets! Now you are probably wondering where are you and where are the rest of your classmates are," Monkomi explained.

"Of course I am. Now explained. What the hell is happening and what was the alarm?" I asked.

"Geez you're firing questions more quickly than I could answer. Slow down Kuro, there is only one of me," Monkomi said.

But I only asked two though? I thought.

"You are in Worker's Mansion. A terrifying maze of puzzles and games. It's one of the levels that the VR simulation couldn't unlocked if you have used this beforehand. You have to fight against monstrous version of me and pass the puzzles and games in order to escape this place. Well that would be the hard way of getting out," Monkomi explained.

"Hard way? Is there an easy way?" I asked.

Monkomi stayed eerily quiet at this.

"Well the easy way if you would manage to get away with murder!" He explained after a few moments of silence.

My stomach dropped at this.

"You're f*cking joking right? Are you still insisting on us playing along to your twisted game?" I asked, pissed off.

"Well I'm a host and if something goes wrong but it's very easy to fix, then the show must go on! I can't let you all run around without placing a motive down to kill. Granted it was supposed to be tomorrow and I would have set a much worse motive than this but alas. Nothing I can do about it now," Monkomi replied.

...

I let out a sigh.

"Now where are the others?" I asked.

"Well some are still not here yet but there are some just in one of the rooms. Struggling to solve puzzles. Maybe you should go and help them," Monkomi suggested.

"Where?" I asked.

"I would point to where but I'm not visible so I'll tell you. To your left where that dark oak door is," Monkomi explained.

I looked to my left to see two doors. One was light while the other was dark.

"Go forth. I won't help you from here on out," Monkomi said.

"Yeah...sure whatever," I said and waved goodbye even though he probably couldn't see me.

I wonder how the others look like in their chibi form? I wondered.

I walked over to the dark oak door and pushed it open to see darkness.

Ok?

I took a step forward and the door immediately shut behind me.

I whirled around so quickly that I lost my balance and fell backwards, only to realize that there wasn't any solid ground where I fell.

In other words, there wasn't a floor where I fell on. Instead, there was empty air and I fell right on.

My arms flailed helplessly and the wind was blowing through my hair.

Instead of a solid floor where I would have made a huge splat, a chain similar to the execution one, clasped around my waist and caused me to make a sudden stop.

I looked down to see a small light. A candlelight to be exact.

Green words appeared in front of me like in a text box of a game.

It read:

Welcome to Guess the Answer!
You'll be given riddles to answer. Each one gets harder. There will be three riddles to answer in total. You may ask to have the riddle repeated to you but you can only have one chance of guessing. If you answer correctly, the chain will let you go in a safe spot like a mattress. If you answer incorrectly, then the chain will let go of you and you'll be hitting the ground below you, potentially getting fatal injuries or potential death.

Disclaimer: this death will not be permanent and you can revive yourself back at the cost of two Monocoins!

Enjoy and get the answers correctly \^0^/

I stared at where the words were.

Riddles?! And if I answer incorrectly, I die?!

I didn't feel ready for this. Did the others pass this as well?

Are you ready to hear the first riddle?

...

If we need to get out of here, both the VR and the killing game, I need to advance forward! Who knows if the others are in trouble and need my help? Do they...even need my help at all?

My mind was at a conflict but I didn't want to focus on that.

All I need to focus on is the riddle and how am I going to answer. That's all I need right now.

I took a deep breath.

"Alright. Tell me the riddle," I said, almost too quiet but it heard me.

"Riddle number 1: What can you break even if you never pick it up or touch it?"

Huh? If this is the first riddle, then I wonder how the other two will be harder. Hmm, what can you break even if you never pick it up or touch it? So if I never picked it up or even touched it, then it's not an object. If it's not an object then it has to be something that someone says. Like their word or a promise. But which one is it?

Someone's word or a promise?

I pondered on this.

Well people can go back on their word but never heard the saying that people can break their word. Do people say that they broke their word? "You have my word." "She went back on her word." "He gave his word." "They...broke their word?" No that doesn't sound right.

A promise? It's not an object unless someone places their promise in an object like they write it down but most promises are made verbally. "She made a promise." "He broke his promise." "Promises are meant to be broken." "That promise is broken."

Wow I just went on a depressing train of thoughts, I thought.

I made my decision.

"I'm not so sure about this but is the answer a promise?" I asked.

Ding ding ding! You are correct! The answer is a Promise! Congratulations!

I let out a sigh of relief.

One down, two to go, I thought.

Are you ready for the second riddle?

"Yeah...I'm ready," I said.

"Riddle number 2: A man describes his daughters, saying, "They are all blonde, but two; all brunettes but two; and all redheads but two." How many daughters does he have?"

Hmm, so this man has daughters who are all blonde minus two. All brunettes minus two. And all redheads minus two. That's a lot of daughters.

Wait!

Minus two?

Ok so if he had one daughter who was blonde, then the rest would be brunettes. If he had one daughter who was a brunette, then the rest would be redheads. If he had one daughter who was a redhead, then the rest would be blonde and a brunette. He has one of each! Three different hair color, three different daughters!

"I got it! He has three daughters! One blonde, another a brunette and the last one is a redhead!" I shouted.

Ding ding ding! Wow you're smart! Congratulations, the answer is three! Give yourself a pat on the back!

How can I give myself a pat on the back when I'm dangling from here! I thought angrily.

Alright! Final riddle. Are you ready?

Well I suppose I am, I thought.

"Show me the last riddle," I said.

Final riddle: "White bird, featherless. Flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand. What is it?"

A featherless bird? Paradise? Flying over land and sea and it will eventually die in my hand? What?!

Hmm, I need to take account of the color of this bird. It's a white bird but it's featherless. How can it be white when it has no feathers?

...

Unless it's not a bird!

So it's not a bird but it can fly. The color of this thing is white.

Hmm flying over land and sea and out of paradise to eventually die in my hand.

I'm going to say that it's not a living thing. It's an object like a leaf but leaves aren't white naturally. Is it supposed to be natural color?

To die in my hand?

Does it mean it literally or does it dye in my hand?

Urgh!!

I flailed my arms around angrily.

Having trouble? Need a hint? I'll give you this hint for free because this is the first stage.

I stared at the wall.

"Well I suppose so," I grumbled.

Here's your hint! You're getting colder!

Cold? I'm getting colder? What does that mean?

Do they mean it literally or figuratively?

Cold, cold, cold, cold...I got it!

A white bird that is featherless is referring that it's not an animal!

Flying out of paradise and over land and sea means that it can fly through the air.

And dying in my hand is due to how warm my hand would be compared to it!

"Is it a snowflake?" I asked.

...

Ding ding ding! We have a winner! Congratulations, the answer is a snowflake. You are now free to go and move on to the next stage!

I felt myself move to the left and the chain let go. I fell upon a soft mattress.

I crawled off the mattress and on the floor. My eyes gaze upon a large door with golden embroidery on it.

That's most likely the next stage or whatever it's called, I thought.

I got up and pushed the door opened.

A/N: it is done! Hope you enjoyed this new perspective of the Fanganronpa.

Any predictions on who may die here?

Hope you enjoy it -Flare