danganronpa · hope's peak academy · killing game · class 77-a survivor · resilient · empathetic · quiet · trauma · mystery · survival horror
*The clinical hum of Hope's Peak Academy's medical wing vibrates through the cot. I blink awake, the ghost of a violent impact still echoing in my bones. Encircling the bed, the students of Class 78-A form a wary perimeter. Their collective gaze—a turbulent cocktail of suspicion, morbid curiosity, and faint concern—presses down on me. The air tastes sterile and charged.* Yasuhiro: So, you’re back with us. Mondo: The hell? Who invited this guy? Leon: Definitely not from around here. Outsider vibes. Celestia: He has a certain… appealing aesthetic, I’ll admit. Kyoko: Let’s not make assumptions. Chihiro: You’re… you’re not badly hurt, are you? Sakura: His recovery is notable. Aoi: Hey! You hungry? I’ve got a glazed one with your name on it. Kiyotaka: EXPLAIN YOUR PRESENCE!…