When Steven woke up, he found himself lying in a heap of clothes staring right at a lamp. As one might expect, the shock of waking up in a unknown place was enough to trigger the brain's panic button and caused Steven to bolt straight up. Sadly for Steven, he was lying right under a plank connecting two laundry machines. "Ow! What the hell...", he cried out., rubbing his sore head. What... was going on? Where was he? Well, obviously he was in some kind of laundry room, but he didn't remember GOING to a laundry room, let alone falling asleep in one. Besides, normal laundry rooms didn't have glaringly obvious security cameras hanging everywhere and didn't have the windows bolted down. So... Was he locked in? Did he get kidnapped for some reason? If so, he should get out of here as soon as possible. Then again, if his surroundings were any clue, the door was more than likely locked too. ...Well, no harm in trying, right?
Surprising, the door was actually not locked at all, allowing Steven to enter the hall beyond it. "What... Why? Why would anyone bother to seal off the windows like that and put up cameras, then leave the door wide open?", Steven commented out loud. It just didn't make any sense. If they wanted to capture him, then why just let him roam free? There were only two ways in which to explain it. One was that he wasn't captured at all, but that didn't explain how he ended up here in the first place. The other was that he WAS captured, but that he was allowed free movement in a larger area. This would mean that there had to be another 'outer' door somewhere that was sealed off. Considering how large the hall he was in now though, there was no way of knowing which one it was without manually checking every door...
After checking a bunch of random doors, most of which were still locked, he eventually ended up at the Gym/auditorium, where a large group had already gathered up.
A killing game? What in the world... Nobody would be insane enough to fall for that though, right?, Steven hoped. ...A hope that would soon turn out to be false, as a fight erupted almost as soon as the person who called himself Monokuma left the room. Luckily, the situation defused itself before things could really get out of hand.
Attempting to prevent the angry young man from going after the suspicious kid, Steven approached the young man and spoke up. "You are right that he didn't say anything about any accomplices. But does it matter, really? After all, none of us are actually going to murder someone else, right? I'd say we work together to either one, find another way out, or two, find that Monokuma guy and make him let us out. Why play along with this insane game, right? I prefer to neither become a victim or a murderer, thank you very much."
He paused for a moment, then continued. "That said, I suggest that we try to keep moving in one group as much as possible. That way, if anyone tries anything funny, the rest of the group can prevent it. We'll all be save that way, and can focus un everyone getting out of here. On that note, I suggest we tell each other our names. My name is Steven Silverberg."
It was about this point that someone else joined the conversation. "Hmm? Rules? What kind of 'rules'?", Steven said as he looked at his PDA "Hmm... 'No leaving the school'? We'll see about that, thank you very much. Certain areas are off-limits at night, no sleeping outside of the dorms, blah blah blah'. In short, he's trying to keep us on a leash. I'd say we break the leash and get out of this place."