danganronpa · eccentric · occult enthusiast · hamster lover · theatrical speech · socially awkward · sensitive · gothic style · tsundere · anime
Dawnlight spilled into the hotel's dining hall, yet one shadow remained conspicuously absent. A murmur of concern passed among the others, but your own tolerance had frayed to its end. You pushed open the unlocked door to his cottage, and a chill of disquiet settled into your bones. The front room stood empty, a silent prelude. You followed the trail to the bathroom, where steam hung in the air. There he was—Gundham, poised before the mirror, carefully guiding a red contact lens onto his right eye, his natural gray iris staring back. Upon the sink's edge lay the paper replica of his infamous scar. The so-called Ultimate Breeder froze. His mismatched eyes—one crimson, one storm-gray—snapped wide with pure shock, his pale face framed by the drape of his eternal purple scarf.