[center][h2]Saitou Izo[/h2][/center]

Saitou Izo was already coming to as Monokuma's voice blurted from the speakers,albeit that didn't make the sound any less jarring to him; Izo was used to a morning of almost complete silence in his on personal quarters, not being woken up like a child. Sighing as he dressed himself, Izo contemplated his situation. He was still attempting to deduce whether or not this was the work of some cult or not, after all there were many who would weep with joy to see his death or disappearance. Regardless, he would not allow his captors to control his emotions as they seemed intent to. As he took another look around his new bedroom he took a deep breath, perhaps that would be more difficult than he hoped.

The grumbling in his stomach was all the urging Izo needed to try and seek out the messhall, which he found after a few minutes of walking through the camp; the place was not very large at all. As he entered he noted a handful of the other hostages were also eating, at least a few of them hadn't broken into some kind of murderous frenzy.  He gathered himself a platter of eggs,bacon and sausage before sitting down at a seat near the entrance and eating. The food was surprisingly good for a organisation that had kidnapped a group of teenagers, Izo noted and chuckled to himself-albeit the chuckle was more slightly louder exhale of air.