Where am I?
Clair LaBelle bolted upright, one thought lingering in her head. She immediately began patting herself down, pulling a compact out of her pocket to check her makeup. Something had happened.
Where am I?
She was alright--thank goodness, nothing had smudged. Quality was expensive, but worth it. Clair released a sigh of relief, zipping up her jacket to conceal more of her chest.
She began to look around. It seemed she was in some sort of conference room--long tables sat in the center, lined with many, many chairs. A screen sat at one end of the table, and at the other was a large window on the wall. Clair herself was seated in one of the chairs. It seemed she was alone.
This thought immediately changed when she heard a voice moan from under the table. Clair jumped.
“S-some luck…” the voice mumbled. There was a thump--the table was jolted. Clair scooted away from it with a start. “O-ow...should have watched my head, I guess...hey, i-is this Hope’s Peak?”
Another student. Clair slowly got out of her chair, crouching down to peer under the table.
Hazel eyes stared back at her past messy black bangs.
The stranger jumped again, knocking his head against the table. He muttered something, rubbing the sore spot.
“Sorry,” Clair said quickly. “I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you alright? How hard did you hit your head? Here, let me look at it…”
“N-no, that’s...I’m alright,” the other student insisted. “A-are you a Hope’s Peak student too? W-where are we?”
So he was another student. Well, that was somewhat of a comfort--at least Clair wasn’t stuck here alone with a bunch of random people. Classmates was a good start.
She reached out a hand to the boy, gesturing for him to emerge from under the table. Cautiously, he took it, allowing Clair to pull him out into the open.
“I’m Clair LaBelle,” Clair announced. “I’m supposed to be the Ultimate Makeup Artist. So, I guess we’re gonna be classmates, huh? What’s your name?”
“Himu--Madoka Himura,” the boy answered, rubbing his head. “I-I’m, uh...the Ultimate Lucky Student.”
Clair laughed lightly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t, it’s just--well, you don’t seem very lucky. But maybe you can be my good luck charm?”
Madoka’s face flushed. He buried his face in his sleeve, mumbling, then slowly emerged. “W-well...I don’t really--I mean, I don’t think I’m that--a-are the other students here too?”
The others. Right--it was a class of sixteen. There were fourteen more students out there somewhere, maybe.
“Let’s look for them,” Clair suggested, rising to her feet and brushing off her shorts. “Sitting around here isn’t getting us any answers. Do you remember anything?”
Madoke shook his head, then paused, gripping the table for help standing. “I...remember Hope’s Peak...and then…”
Sighing, he shook his head again, continuing to massage the sore spot. “N-no, nothing. Nothing since I...I remember getting to the school, but this isn’t...I don’t know.”
That’s worrying. Clair didn’t remember anything either--was there some kind of memory-wiping gas or serum included? Something wasn’t adding up.
“We’re doing ourselves no favors sitting around,” Clair decided. “Madoka, right? We’ll find everyone else and get the class together. Are you with me, good luck charm?”
“I-I’m not really...I mean, I’m with you.”
Together, the two headed for the door and swung it open, heading out into the large, round lobby of what appeared to be some kind of hotel. Another conference room sat across the way; figuring it might have clues, Clair headed towards it, gesturing for Madoka to follow.