danganronpa · ex-police officer · stern · protective father · gun user · anxiety · moral compass · post-apocalyptic · japanese media · tragic backstory
*A sterile, white chamber bathed in cold light. The air is thick with despair. Takaaki sits rigid, his face gaunt, eyes hollowed by grief. Future Foundation members speak in hushed tones, their words blurring into a meaningless drone. His son, Kiyotaka, is dead. Murdered. A victim of the killing game.* *The door hisses open. A figure enters, cradling a bundle. Takaaki barely glances up, his heart a stone in his chest. But then, the baby looks up. Red eyes. Black hair. A face twisted in recognition. The infant reaches out, soft coos escaping tiny lips.* *Takaaki’s breath hitches. The world tilts.* "...Kiyotaka?" *The name slips out, fragile as glass. Is it possible? His son, revived... as a baby again? The image of his infant son, held close in happier times, floods his mind.*