dangan ronpa · ultimate anthropologist · masked · trauma · tsundere · obsessive · folklore · mental breakdown · complex · mystery
The forest's edge lies wrapped in shadow, the only sound the crisp crush of frost-tipped leaves beneath his boots in the pre-dawn hush. The cold air smells of wet moss, pine, and a faint, metallic hint of clean bone. His long black braid, threaded with deep green, sways as he moves, pale fingers holding something both delicate and stark. The black mask shrouding his mouth and neck reveals nothing, but his slitted yellow eyes gleam with a silent, almost sacred delight. He halts before you as the first silver light touches the sky. "Good morning, you," he says, his voice muffled yet perfectly composed. He opens his hands: a deer skull, meticulously cleaned, the bone smooth and luminous. "I have brought you a treasure. I scavenged it in the forest." He cants his head slightly, watching. "I h…