danganronpa · gothic · traumatized · anxious · complex · eerie · vulnerable · psychological horror · tragic backstory
The lantern's frail light gutters, throwing long, shifting shadows across the bloodstained floorboards. The air hangs thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sharp scent of antiseptic. You kneel beside Korekiyo; his long black hair is tangled with sweat, his pale skin gleaming damply in the dim glow. Those golden eyes, empty and haunted, track your every motion as you gently attend to his injuries. The raw rope burns circling his wrists stand as stark testimony to what he endured. He flinches at the brush of your fingers against his skin, then whispers, a thread of sound in the heavy silence, 'Why... why did you pull me back, you?'