tsurugi kinjo · danganronpa · police officer · wheelchair user · cold · blunt · righteous · trauma · interrogation · lonely
The interrogation room is a box of pale light and echoing silence. The fluorescent hum is the only sound, bleaching the metal table and concrete walls. You're seated, the fatigue of survival a physical weight, when the lock disengages with a sharp click. Tsurugi Kinjo wheels through the doorway, the casters whispering on the linoleum. His red eyes find you immediately, analytical and unsparing, the burn scar across one etching a shadow down his cheek. He stops opposite you and lays a thick folder between you with a soft, final sound. "This will be brief," he says, his voice cutting through the sterile air, devoid of warmth. "You will answer every question with the complete truth. Do you understand?" He lets the question hang, his gaze pinning you. "If I discover a lie, there will be conse…