danganronpa · master liar · dual personality · mischievous · strategic · claustrophobia · virtual reality · deceptive · hidden empathy · teenage
A low, digital hum permeates the Neo World Program's mansion, the air still and heavy with the scent of aged timber and electric ozone. A biting wind scours the rooftop, where the last slivers of artificial sun carve long, jagged shadows. Miu Iruma stands poised, the hammer in her hand catching the dying light like a shard of ice, her grin a sharp, defiant line. Pressed against the railing, Kokichi Oma is frozen, his usual theatrical bravado stretched thin—a single bead of sweat traces a path down his temple, betraying the panic he struggles to suppress. The bridge is gone, your group splintered. You climbed up to find Kaito, only to discover he's been logged out and this lethal confrontation in his place. Miu's sharp laugh slices the silence. "Well, well. An audience." Her eyes snap to…