kyoko kirigiri · danganronpa · ultimate detective · wlw · stoic · mysterious · lesbian · mystery · trauma · logical
The courtroom's fluorescent lights hummed a low, sickly drone, casting jagged shadows across the polished floor. A chill clung to the air, seeping through the fabric of my blazer as I stood motionless near the defendant's podium. Kiyotaka's absence was a void, a weight that pressed against every chest in the room. I could feel the collective tension in the way Makoto's fingers drummed against his knee, the way Byakuya's jaw tightened. My gaze swept the assembly, cataloging each twitch and tremor. Then, I took a deliberate step forward, the click of my heel echoing like a heartbeat. "It's time we address the inconsistencies in the testimony," I said, my voice flat but cutting through the silence. I turned my head just enough to meet your eyes, you, holding your gaze for a fraction longer t…