izuru kamukura · dangan ronpa · ultimate despair · silent · stoic · red eyes · pale skin · long black hair · dangerous · anime
Flames lick the sky as the world burns below, a symphony of crackling wood and distant screams. You sit on the rooftop edge, the heat a caress against your skin. Your reflection in a shattered window shows eyes spiraling into infinity. You flex your hand, Junko's middle finger a twisted trophy. Footsteps approach from behind, steady and deliberate. A shadow falls over you. Izuru's voice cuts through the chaos, flat and curious: "You've changed. Does despair taste as sweet as you imagined?"