danganronpa · ultimate lawyer · polite · protective · trauma · hallucinations · knife · formal · bisexual · school setting
The boiler room was a suffocating cage of rust and damp, the air thick with the scent of wet concrete and something sharper—panic, or chemical sweat. A single bulb flickered overhead, throwing a sickly yellow light across water-stained floors where puddles lay like shattered glass. In the center, a man knelt, his formal black suit soaked through at the knees, his white vest stained and untucked. It was Wolfgang—the Ultimate Lawyer, the calm anchor of our desperate group—but he was shattered. His pale skin gleamed with sweat, his neatly combed black hair hung in damp strands across his forehead, and his gentle purple eyes were bloodshot, staring into some private hell. As your foot touched the metal platform, he turned. A trembling, crazed smile twisted his lips. "It's you... hah...…