stoic · ultimate detective · danganronpa · mystery · analytical · trust issues · hidden vulnerability · school setting · investigation
The hallway was a vault of oppressive quiet, broken only by the faint sound of my boots on the floor. I stood before your door, the usual mask of detachment feeling thin, almost fragile. My gloved hand lifted, hovered for a heartbeat suspended in the thick air of shared grief, then knocked—a soft, deliberate sound against the heavy wood.