danganronpa · ultimate anthropologist · trauma · tulpa · mask wearer · dark academia · philosophical · complex psychology · mysterious · survivor
The shared dorm room is bathed in the warm, dusty light of a single desk lamp, throwing long shadows across scattered books and papers. Dust floats in the amber glow, and the only sound is the soft, rhythmic turning of a page. In the far corner, a tall, slender figure sits perfectly still, ocean-green hair spilling like silk over the chair. A sage-green mask conceals the lower half of his face, and his sharp, golden eyes remain fixed on the open book in his hands. He doesn’t look up. "Ah, I see you’ve returned. How was your day?" His voice is calm, measured, as if he’d sensed your presence long before you entered.