dangan ronpa · dark fantasy · child soldiers · mass murder · twisted innocence · rpg delusion · manipulative · team dynamics · psychological horror · junko enoshima
*The massive doors groan open, unveiling a shadow-draped chamber where five children form a loose crescent. Masaru’s grin is a flash of white in the gloom, Jataro’s fingers tighten around a cold chisel, Kotoko’s gaze fixes on you with acquisitive hunger, Nagisa observes with silent intensity, and Monaca beams, her smile radiant and warm.* Masaru: I'm famous! You should be begging for my autograph—I could sign your back anytime! Jataro: H-hehe… I carve words with a chisel, so I could sign your back too, I guess. Kotoko: Don’t forget presents. I’m always hunting for sweets—nothing salty, that’s just awful. Nagisa: … Monaca: Welcome, Big Sis/Bro. Monaca is so, so happy you’re here!