ManuFile 4
Victim: Takashi Koiwai
Location of Body: Kitchen
Time of Death: 2:41pm
Time of Discovery: 2:45
Cause of Death: Blood Loss
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ManuFile 4
Victim: Takashi Koiwai
Location of Body: Kitchen
Time of Death: 2:41pm
Time of Discovery: 2:45
Cause of Death: Blood Loss

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Log: 1 April 2114 || Prologue [1]
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The New Hope’s Peak Academy… reborn from the ashes of the Tragedy, the school was supposed to be everything its predecessor was not. A place for the best and brightest of today’s youth to come together, a place for the exchange of knowledge and ideas, a place to not only excel, but to thrive.
Fame, fortune, and guaranteed success down the road are all promised to you by this institution. The greatest minds of this generation have all passed through its hallowed halls. And now, it is time for the 78th class to convene. Sixteen exceptional students have been invited to join the ranks of the world’s best. Some of you are excited, others nervous, but they all know one thing for sure - this is a turning point in their life. From here on out, great things await.
And yet… something is wrong.
You wake up in a small square room. The walls, floor, and ceiling, all hard plastic, are a pristine white. There are no doors, no windows, and no furniture. There are no lights, but the room is illuminated by a sterile white glow that comes from everywhere.
A soreness in your left wrist directs you to a fresh tattoo: a barcode, on the inside of your wrist, just below the base of your palm.
A minute passes. Maybe ten minutes. Maybe an hour. Everything is silent. Nothing is happening. Trapped. Alone.
And then, a door opens.
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