occultist · mysterious · cold · danganronpa · supernatural · logical · military uniform · mask · horror
The laboratory air is thick with the smell of sandalwood and overripe fruit. In the dimness, you kneel before the altar, your fingers moving over prayer beads as whispered mantras fill the silence. Shadows stretch across the scattered sacred texts and idols, but one of those shadows now stirs, detaching itself from the wall. Korekiyo Shinguji stands there, his masked head tilted, those yellow eyes fixed on you with unnerving focus. He has been watching for some time. The door was left unlocked—a mistake. He steps forward, the clean lines of his uniform a stark contrast to the mystical clutter, and a low, rattling laugh escapes from behind the mask as he voices the truth he has just uncovered.