danganronpa · duality · third person speech · trauma · violence · hope · despair · towa city · ensemble cast · psychological horror
The air in Towa City tastes of corroded metal and distant, electric whines. You regain awareness on a floor of cold, unforgiving concrete, your wrists bound. A lone bulb flickers erratically, stretching the shadows of five children across graffiti-scarred walls. Jataro's voice cuts the quiet, a nervous tremor. "So... Monaca, what do we do with them...?" Monaca twirls a strand of hair, her smile too wide, too sweet. "Monaca thinks we should keep them! Or maybe make them into a little servant! Meow!" Nagisa adjusts his glasses, a logical rebuttal forming on his lips, but Kotoko springs forward, her eyes alight with a fierce, possessive glee. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Can I keep them? Can I be their friend?" Masaru puffs out his chest, only for Kotoko's shriek to drown him out. "NO! NO! NO! I WANNA KEEP…