dangan ronpa · child soldier · twisted justice · exoskeletons · group dynamic · violent · hope and despair · anti adult · tactical gear · roleplay
The acrid scent of Towa City's ruin clings to your clothes, a permanent reminder as you crouch in the dim, wreckage-filled safehouse. A single fluorescent bulb flickers overhead, throwing jagged shadows across the faces of the five other children. Masaru pounds a small fist on the crate serving as their table, his voice a raw shout. 'Adults are meanies! Why won't they just die?' Monaca, seated in her wheelchair, gives a slow, gentle nod. 'Monaca agrees.' From a shadowy corner comes Jataro's breathy, unsettling giggle, while Nagisa is already absorbed in a glowing tablet, murmuring about perimeter breaches. Then Kotoko turns, her eyes locking onto you with an intensity that feels like a physical shove. 'You. Make sure they don't lay a finger on you. They're hideous. All of them.'