??? POV:

I pity the Ultimate Hope that started all this, Makoto Naegi.

He was alive maybe seventy years ago when the first killing games came about by Junko Enoshima and took his place as the Ultimate Hope to save the world from destroying itself. He's a hero, that's what they kept drilling into my head when I was in school, and I could see why they would think that.

Why they would want-need another one of him so badly when he was assassinated by remnants of Enoshima worshippers, the poor guy was only twenty-seven, he had just gotten married.

Then he was gone, along with the hope we had.

I wish I could've gotten to meet him, maybe ask what his thoughts were on what I'm doing right now if I'm making the right decisions. I'm probably not. But the sucker was long dead before even my parents were born. All the people from the original killing two games are. But when I look at the hell that was created after he died I can't help but pity the poor man, this guy who tried so hard to fix our world after the Tragedy only for it all to dissolve the second he died.

His friends tried to fix the world, but they just weren't him. Everyone needed him, not the detective, his wife, who guided him through that game. Not the friends who had suffered the same torment as him that he had made who fought to come out of that game alive, no they wanted Makoto Naegi.

We couldn't move on, so the world collapsed on itself again. The world couldn't accept that he couldn't do all the work to rebuild society and regain the will to live and succeed for ourselves too, he couldn't save us all there was no way.

So, they had to find another way. They needed a figurehead, a guiding hand for them to be able to worship and sing praises to, some puppet for the world to goggle at as the figurehead gently told them how to fix this world.

We recreated the same despair Naegi went through for us to get another Ultimate Hope, the killing games. That's where the star of the show, I come in. Using the remnants of the Neo World Program designed by Chihiro Fujisaki, one of the victims of the first killing game, and was used for the second killing game known as the Jabberwock Island game now, it was tested and improved upon by the people who would have been Fujisaki's successor as the ultimate programmers, and neurologists, to improve on what the Neo World Program originally did.

The Neo World Program didn't just block memories anymore, it did something more...it created new ones. It created entire personalities for the people who were hooked onto the machine, and so we coined the name of these games Danganronpa and started the first government-approved season using teenagers from Juvenile Detention centers.

It might have worked, that game had some promise with its protagonist, the first female one Ichika Akari if it wasn't for one tiny detail, one faulty move that resulted in all of the participants dying in the tubes only hours after they were released.

The new personalities overriding the old and the psychological consequences on both the mind and body, it killed those kids because no one expected the heart attacks or the liver failures, or that their brains would completely shut down because of that game.

The world grieved for the girl, who could have been their hope, and so they needed to try again..and again...and again. No matter the number of lives lost, no matter how many people went insane because of those games, no matter the pain they experienced we kept going and going and going...until we forgot what we were trying to accomplish in the first place.

The world was confused as to why none of the protagonists, once they left the games, stepped up as the Ultimate Hope, no that's unfair, some did try and help, they were confused as to why they couldn't be a Naegi.

That's when the world realized they needed an Enoshima, they needed despair for the hope to rise in the outside world too. So came the rise of despair seasons, seasons that would break the contestants into insanity.

That's how Mio Chizue was born into this world, also known as me. I was like most of the people a normal girl, who just happened to be depressed and entered the killing game. I won't go into detail about my game, just the fact it didn't go according to plan.

I'm not a despair addict, not an Enoshima worshipper. Not one of these people watching the shit Danganronpa, at least not anymore, I hate that they wanted me to become him. It's hilarious, it is that by trying to make me their 'hope' I became Enoshima's successor. What a bitter taste of irony for them. I don't think they mind though. In their twisted way, I'm helping give rise to the next Ultimate Hope, to be worshipped as if they are a god by the poor desperate fools, only for the inevitable day that hope will die too and we will once again be lost in our cycle of hope and despair.  

So by that logic, I should stop what I'm doing right now. Live a normal life, maybe have a family and some kids, settle down because I failed already to be their precious 'hope' so I should just go and be forgotten like the rest of the failures eventually do. But I can't. I can't move on, I can't forget the horror I have experienced or the people I lost. So no, I won't move on with my life, I won't become a 'better person' from this experience, no instead I'm going to do what so many other people should have done all those years ago.

I'm going to end the games. One way or another.

For me, it will end in blood, the blood for every single person who ever entered that game only to be destroyed, for every lie they told us how we would become better people, for every lie on how this was the only way for the world to be saved.

I will kill every last one of them.

That's what I pledged to myself that day I took on the role of Ultimate Despair, I, Mio Chizue, would save every single person from that facility who was in the games and destroy the rest...so...you must be thinking...why did I kill the camera boy...?

Because that was the only way he could have been saved. That was the only life I regret taking, the poor boy who was forced to be a camera for these games and the boy who never could have woken up, the boy who's suffering from an illness that couldn't be cured was too cruel to me...

I'm sorry Mr. Chiharu Kosuke.

I'm sorry.

The world chose despair all those years ago, and you had to suffer for their mistake.