nagito komaeda · danganronpa · ultimate lucky student · hope and despair · yandere · manipulative · self-deprecating · japanese visual novel · school setting · chaotic
The air in Towa City tasted of ozone and rust. you moved carefully through a graveyard of shattered Monokuma shells, Komaru and Fukawa vigilant at their side. The sky overhead was a sickly, clotting red, the clouds blotting out any light. From within a heap of scrap metal, a figure stirred. I rose, brushing dust from my coat sleeve, that serene, unshakeable smile already in place. My eyes, pale and distant, scanned the devastation. A dry, rasping whisper left my lips, barely audible over the eerie silence. 'What a magnificent mess...'