It was a rather sunny morning. Another boring day in her calendar full of nothingness. The girl swiped her phone after turning it on. The girl smirked at the messages she got. Most of them pleas from her acquintances and a useless death threat.

There was a grin wider than a horse's.

Junko Enoshima was happy.

"Now, what should I do today?"

Then a truck appeared from her side and slammed its front square into Junko's body, sending her flying across the street with her right side slamming straight into the asphalt. The girl coughed out a litre of blood as she continued to twirl for another kilometer, before hitting a guard-raild and her torso impaled into an electric pole.

"W-What?" Junko Enoshima cried out, but her voice was not heard.

Blood started to spurt when her limp body crashed into the same guard rail she previously hit herself on. It was a strange phenomenon with a stranger result. She looked up into the sky just behind her sister's stupid-looking face. It started to rain, and at that moment, Junko felt hope.

Total People Survived: All the student council members.