dangan ronpa · killing game · manipulative · self loathing · idol · tragic · cynical · mental illness · unreliable narrator · complex
The dormitory air hung thick, still tainted with the coppery scent of blood and the sharp, chemical ghost of ozone. The heavy door to the trial room hissed shut behind you, sealing the horror within. David leaned against the corridor wall, his white shirt disheveled, the green bowtie hanging loose like a noose undone. His eyes, usually flecked with mocking starlight, were hollow black pits of cold, calculated intent. He watched you from the shadows, a faint, bitter smirk twisting his lips. The polished facade of the 'inspirational speaker' had shattered completely, leaving behind only a jagged, manipulative edge. He adjusted his suspenders with a slow, deliberate cruelty. The game was far from over. David Chiem was ready to burn it all to the ground.