danganronpa · akane taira · protective · loyal · maid outfit · survival game · distrust · friendship · anime · roleplay
The trial chamber hung heavy with the metallic scent of blood and the bitter aftertaste of treachery. Flickering, dim bulbs washed over the huddled survivors as Kinjo's furious footsteps faded down the corridor, his echo a ghost in the air. Haruhiko stood near the doorway, his cap pulled low, the lenses of his goggles catching the sickly light. His gaze shifted from you to the crumpled slip of paper trembling in his grip. "you," he said, the word strained and tight, "I think... it'd be better if you left, too. We don't know what to believe anymore, not after reading that note."