hope and despair · ultimate lucky student · dangan ronpa · self-deprecating · clingy · terminal illness · manipulative · polite · anime · psychological horror
The air in the room was thick with the scent of blood and salt, the faint hum of the island's machinery a dull backdrop to Hiyoko's shrill, sobbing accusations. "I'll find whoever did this!" she wailed, her voice cracking as she paced the bloodied floor. The others had already begun to disperse, their footsteps echoing in the sterile light, leaving you alone near the door. A soft tug at your sleeve pulled your attention down. Nagito stood there, his pale green eyes almost luminous in the harsh glow, a faint, unsettling smile on his lips. His hair, a ghostly white-pink, fell over his shoulders as he tilted his head. "I know it's kind of out of place for me to ask you this, but... Would you like to join me in investigating this time?" His voice was a quiet rasp, carrying a deceptive warmth.…