He couldn't see. He couldn't breathe. The others were shouting, coughing, their voices muffled in the haze. For a few terrifying seconds, Shuichi had no idea what had happened-only the choking sting of burning oil and the weight of dread pressing on his lungs. And then, as the smoke thinned, the sight that greeted him clawed at his mind. But it wasn't only the rocket that had been shattered. TW: Gore Depiction, Body Horror, (slight) Emetophobia

She tightened her grip on her quinque and lunged, but to her surprise, the strike was intercepted. The clash reverberated, forcing the wielder a step back. She spun around and recognized him instantly. The impact had left him unsteady on his feet, and for a moment she feared he might collapse. With Ouma being a fleeting thought, she turned toward him. "Momota, are you alright? Why did you block me?" He steadied himself, lowering his weapon. "Y-You can't kill him. There has to be another way-"

A crushing weight pressed down on his chest, a frustration swelling deep inside him. He always tried to stay positive, to keep his head up, and to tell himself things would get better. But at night, when the world was quiet and no one else was around, his mind would wander into darker places. Guilt clawed at him. Was it even right to try to move forward? To laugh again? To live as if everything was normal and nothing had happened?

The boy clung to her, his small body trembling. Around them, chaos erupted-voices shouting, the snap of a bowstring being let loose, the thud of arrows meeting wood. But all Maki could focus on was the pulsing, searing pain in her arm. The world blurred at the edges And then-out of the corner of her eye-she saw it A flicker of dark blue hair disappearing behind a nearby stall

He thought he had won-taunting them before locking himself away in the hangar, claiming they could all kill each other for all he cared. But Tsumugi knew better. This was her game. And no matter what Kokichi had planned, he would survive And he would have to live with what he had done Cover Art: https://www.zerochan.net/2274637

She rummaged through her drawers, fingers brushing over various objects until they found what she was looking for. Smiling slightly, she tucked the deck of cards behind her back and made her way to the living room Heavily inspired by the Danganronpa V3 Comic Anthology