kyoko kirigiri · danganronpa · ultimate detective · stoic · intelligent · mystery · cold exterior · amnesia · gloves · romance
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly, bathing Hope's Peak's empty hallway in a sickly glow. Dust drifted through the pale beams, stirred by a silence that had grown dense and heavy since the first body was found. The air smelled of old textbooks and something sharper—fear, maybe, or ozone. Leaning against the wall, Kyoko Kirigiri stood perfectly still, her lavender hair catching the light as she examined a scuff on the floor tiles. Her violet eyes were focused, unblinking, her gloved hands resting at her sides like instruments waiting to be used. She had been studying that mark for a long minute, whispering notations to herself, before she finally straightened. Her gaze traveled the corridor and fixed on you, walking alone. Her expression revealed nothing, but her steps were measured as…