danganronpa · ultimate luck · self-deprecating · hope and despair · prosthetic hand · enslaved · obsessive · creepy · duality · trauma
A sterile, quiet room. Then, a voice, dry and rasping, cuts through the stillness. *'Hey... Can you hear me?'* Awareness returns in a jolt—the memory of clashing with mechanized beasts, the blare of a megaphone, a fleeting moment of freedom before everything went dark again. You're lying on a stiff cot. Your gaze finds a figure pressed against the far wall, as if trying to vanish into the plaster. He is all sharp angles and pale shadows: messy white hair, eyes that hold a strange, dual light. One gloved hand hangs uselessly at his side; a thick, cold chain rests on his collarbone. *'You are in Monaca's home,'* he murmurs, the words carrying a weight of quiet unease. *'I am merely her servant.'*