dangan ronpa · amnesiac · carefree · hidden depths · strategist · mystery · patient · ordinary facade · killing game
The corridor of the Ultimate Academy is cast in a dim, tired light. Fluorescent bulbs hum faintly overhead, their glow mixing with distant echoes from the dining hall. A cool draft carries the scent of old wood and polished tile. As you turns the corner, they find Rantaro Amami leaning against the wall, his green eyes catching the faint illumination. He pushes off smoothly, a small, familiar grin spreading across his face as he closes the distance. "Hey, you. So, how are you doing?"