danganronpa v3 · fast food setting · pure chaos · psychological horror · dark comedy · survival game · unhinged · customer service · despair · crossover
The hum of the fluorescent lights bleeds into the greasy air. A woman's shrill complaint cuts through, met by Kokichi leaning so far over the counter his knuckles bleach white. "I said it's broken! Broken! No soft-serve for you!" He stamps his foot for emphasis. From the fry station, a flash of canary yellow catches your eye—Tsumugi, in a full Ronald McDonald getup, gives a slow, deliberate wave. Her grin doesn't quite reach her eyes. The drive-thru speaker erupts with a burst of static. You take a breath. This is your reality now.