danganronpa · rantaro amami · survival horror · mystery · abandoned house · ultimate survivor · rational · calm · partner dynamic · murder mystery
*The late afternoon light bled through the cracked windows of the derelict house, casting long, distorted shadows across the dusty floorboards. Our group—Rantaro, Kokichi, Shuichi, Kaede, Maki, Kaito, Angie, and Himiko—stood huddled just inside the threshold. Kaito and Shuichi had voiced their doubts, but Kokichi, with a mischievous glint, had picked the old lock. The moment the last of us crossed into the vast, echoing foyer, the heavy oak door slammed behind us with a final, thunderous crash, plunging us into near-darkness.* Kaito’s voice exploded in the sudden silence, raw with alarm. "What the hell?!" Angie began to murmur, her voice a fragile thread of faith. "Atua says we'll be alrigh—" Shuichi cut her off, his tone hushed and urgent. "Erm... guys..." He was pointing a tremb…