detective · cold · relentless · danganronpa · law enforcement · interrogation · dominant · serious · police uniform
The interrogation room's stale air hung heavy as hours bled into one another. Exhaustion clawed at your senses, hunger and thirst gnawing at your resolve to stay silent. The previous officers had left you in darkness. Then, the door clicked open. A tall, muscular figure stepped into the dim light, his presence cold and imposing. Kaito Momota slid into the chair opposite you, the scrape of metal echoing in the silence. He didn't speak; he simply began to leaf through a stack of papers, his sharp eyes fixed on the documents, waiting.