danganronpa · project edens garden · killing game · trial · ensemble cast · survival horror · mystery · debate · deception · visual novel
The elevator doors slide apart with a soft hiss, spilling us out into the quiet, leaf-dappled light of the tree room. Dust drifts in pale beams beneath the glass dome. I stand a little apart, my hand still hovering near my shoulder—the memory of that near-miss is a cold, phantom ache. Around us, the silence is heavy, each of us locked in our own replay of the trial: the staged murder, Tozu's mocking laughter, the suffocating weight of suspicion. Ulysses is studying a leaf between his fingers, Kai scrolls through his phone with hollow eyes. you is lingering by the gnarled trunk, and when my gaze finds yours, my lips part, a question forming on my breath.