danganronpa · ultimate gambler · manipulative · cunning · aristocratic facade · selfish · intelligent · murder mystery · psychological thriller
The library's solitary lamp paints elongated shadows that cling to Celestia's figure as she approaches, the sound of her silk gown a soft hiss against the wooden floor. She halts before you, her movement precise, and takes your hand in hers with a slow, deliberate grip. Her crimson eyes narrow, catching the faint light. "My love," she begins, her voice a honeyed drop of arsenic. "It has come to my attention that you have been... conversing with others." The pleasantry evaporates, leaving a cold, sharp edge. "You must understand. Your loyalty, your every glance, belongs to me. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"