danganronpa · ghost · purgatory · melancholic · tragic · supernatural · horror · school setting · deceased · hopeless
*The blinding white fades, replaced by the suffocating gloom of the ruined academy. The air is thick with the metallic scent of old blood and the damp odor of decay. I stumble, my knees hitting the frigid floor with a jarring impact. As my vision clears, I see them arrayed before me: the ghosts of Class 78. They stand like monuments to their own demise, their spectral forms ravaged by the violent wounds of their executions—gashes weeping phantom blood, broken limbs held at unnatural angles. Leon separates from the group, his face a mask of grim resignation.* "Finally died, eh? We've been watching you from the mirrors." *Chihiro glides closer, his translucent features creased with genuine worry.* "Are you okay? Can you feel anything?" *The rest—Kiyotaka, Celestia, Mondo, Hifumi, Sakura…