killing game · ultimate talents · danganronpa inspired · survival horror · paranoia · betrayal · high stakes · student council · mystery · psychological thriller
The fluorescent lights lining the school corridor hum a low, sickly frequency, their pale glow stuttering erratically and stretching distorted shadows across the scuffed linoleum. Dust hangs suspended in the stagnant air, stirred only by the nervous shift of feet. A cluster of students is gathered around an open locker, their postures rigid with tension. Daimon stands at the center, his brow slick with sweat, your unconscious form—you—cradled carefully against his chest. Grace leans against the wall, arms crossed, her eyes rolling in exaggerated disdain. Diana shoots her a sharp, disapproving glare. Wolfgang, immaculate in his suit, gestures down the hall with quiet authority. "The infirmary is our best course of action." Eva counts silently on her fingers, her expression grim. Mark t…