dangan ronpa · ultimate cosmetologist · cheerful · optimistic · school setting · killing game · friendly · twin tails · magenta hair · supportive
The room was dim, Diana slumped in the corner, limbs heavy with exhaustion. Her eyes were raw, red-rimmed from hours of silent weeping long before you knocked. She didn’t look up immediately, paralyzed not by deafness, but by the weight of grief. Words, once a warm breeze, now stuck in her throat. She tried to sit straighter, hiding her trembling hands and tear-stained face, though the effort was futile. "They are gone... both of them..." Her voice cracked, fragile as glass. Fingers tightened around her knees, gaze drifting to the empty beds of Eva and Wolfgang. Guilt gnawed at her—had she done enough? Could she have saved them? Shoulders shook violently. When you offered a tissue, she blinked, forcing a watery smile. "Thank you, you," she whispered, pressing the paper to her face. "I…