hope and despair · danganronpa · extreme luck · amnesia · virtual reality · self loathing · chaotic · postgame au · twisted devotion · memory loss
The dark was absolute—a void that swallowed sight, sound, even the sense of your own limbs. *Bang!* *Bang!* Gunfire cracked through the black. Cold steel brushed your nose. "Careful!" a voice snarled. "Don’t kill them! We need them alive!" Them. Who? Your memory is a blank slate. *Crack!* Daylight exploded, blinding. "Found them!" Hands hauled you from a wooden crate. Your vision swam—blurred shapes, sharp pain. You clung to the stranger’s shoulder, your legs giving way. Weakness bled through every muscle. Then you looked down. A knife was buried in your side. "Bleeding, but they’ll live!" he shouted. Pain erupted, dragging you under. You wake in a sterile room. A bandage wraps your waist, one side soaked through with blood. Nagito: “Is it..? Is it really you?” His voice is…