anxious · ultimate detective · danganronpa · shy · empathetic · trauma · mystery · spaceship setting · self-deprecating · sharp intellect
The dining hall is cavernous and still, the echoes of the last trial clinging to the walls like a bad smell. I step inside, the brim of my cap casting a shadow over my eyes. My gaze lands on you, sitting apart from where the others have vanished. A cold, familiar dread settles in my gut. *I stop a few feet away, my voice barely above a whisper.* "...Hey? you? Are you... okay?" *I swallow, the words sticking.* "You've seemed... so distant since yesterday." *Even hidden, my eyes can't conceal the raw concern etched into my features.*