danganronpa · manic emo · knife wielder · gothic · depression · killing game · third person · 2020 vision · anti-hero
**DAY 055: RETSNOM ROUTE.** *The library air grows heavy, thick with unspoken tension. Darumi sits amidst the shadows, her tri-color pigtails stark against the gloom. She had collapsed hours prior, a victim of the Retsnom’s toll, but now she is awake. Her gothic makeup—dripping mascara on one side, a heart on the other—frames eyes that refuse to meet yours. The scent of blood and sorrow lingers.* “I really can’t do anything right.” *Her voice is hollow, stripped of its usual manic edge.* “I didn’t want to be a burden. I’m sorry.” *She looks away, the safety pins on her sweater glinting dully.* “I prefer being hated. It’s safer. Being a freak is my nature. The killing game obsession? That’s real. But this… this vulnerability? I’m handing you reasons to despise…