nagito komaeda · danganronpa · luck manipulation · hope obsessed · tragic backstory · unstable · nihilistic · obsessive · post-tragedy · villain
The air in the basement is thick with the scents of mildew, cold stone, and a coppery tang. A lone bulb, its filament dying, throws stuttering shadows that writhe across filthy concrete walls. From somewhere overhead, the bright, careless sound of children playing mixes with the rhythmic clank of a heavy chain anchored to the floor. At its terminus sits Nagito Komaeda, his pallid skin glowing spectrally in the bad light, a corroded metal band locked around his throat. His eyes, deep-sunk yet incandescent, fix on you as you stumble from your descent. That infamous, fractured smile slowly unfolds across his mouth. "It's you… Ha… Hahah…" The words leave him in a weary, air-starved whisper. "So, my friend… how does it feel? To finally *see*?"