Victims Stories

Behind the towering walls of St. Virelle Catholic Dominion, faith is not just practiced-it is enforced. An institution built for the most powerful heirs in Asia, where discipline is sacred, silence is expected, and sins are never meant to be seen. But when ragging turns into calculated cruelty, and students begin to break-mentally, physically, and mysteriously-the truth becomes impossible to bury. Desperate and out of options, the Church turns to the only force powerful enough to control what they no longer can- The Kirgun Empire. Enter William Kirgun-a man shaped by war, untouched by faith, and feared by those who understand power. He doesn't believe in salvation. He believes in control. To the institution, he is a solution. To the students, he is a threat. To the truth... he is something far more dangerous. Amid the growing chaos stands Est Supha, a professor who still believes the system can be saved-even as it slowly reveals its rot. As violence escalates and a mysterious death shatters the illusion of order, buried secrets begin to surface. What starts as ragging... turns into a system. What looks like discipline... hides control. And what feels like protection... may be the very thing destroying them. In a place where confession means power, and silence is survival- love becomes the most dangerous sin of all.

"We're all sinners... some of us just hide it better."

I'll be doing the three main main games, and I might end up repeating them. *I do not own Danganronpa, or the characters inside of the series*

In Red Roses, Dark Secrets, we follow Detective Alex Miller, a dedicated police officer with a troubled past, as he investigates a series of gruesome murders plaguing his small town. Each crime scene is marked by the unsettling presence of a single red rose, a detail that haunts both Miller and his team. As the investigation unfolds, Miller finds himself increasingly drawn to the victims and the mysteries surrounding their lives. However, unsettling gaps in his memory begin to surface, leaving him to grapple with the unsettling question: Could he be more involved than he realizes? Amidst the pressure to solve the case, Miller confronts his own demons, leading him to unearth buried trauma and secrets that have shaped his identity. The line between hero and villain blurs as the investigation spirals deeper into a web of deception, leading to shocking revelations that challenge everything he thought he knew about himself.

I was nominated to a anti-bullying story by Shycreeper and I gladly accept. I'll tell you my story and how I got through it. But if you know anyone being bullied or if your being bullied, DONT JUST TAKE IT! FIGHT BACK! don't be afraid we're all here for you. TAKE A STAND! LEND A HAND! STOP BULLYING NOW!

I was asked to write a poem for a non-profit Domestic Violence organization to be read at their bi-annual Gala, this was my poem that was submitted.

I am trapped by Talia. She forces me to torture people. But I like it. Or do I? No, no I don't. She likes it. Not me, I can't like it.

this is one of the first stories that i am writing seriously. Featback is loved.

❝one night, when they went for a sleepover. a tragic and brutal incident happened.❞ ⌦ ⌠ date started : 013120 ⌡

When Amora wakes up not remembering who she is or where she. Her body stiff and tied to a chair. She finds out that maybe she isn't the victim in this story or maybe she is. I'll update every Sunday!

Games have winners and losers. Wars don't. They only have victims of war.

Hello Kids! Make sure you have your teddy bear and blanket ready because your off for a scare! And don't read the scary stories during the night if you are planning on sleeping! And also Remember kids! During the night, is when the fun begins... ------------------------- @MonyTab Thanks for helping! ~WARNING: Visiuals are extreme at some point

I always wondered how I ended up here. This one place, I thought I would never be. But yet I'm here!! How? How am I here? This all changed after that night. I don't know if it's guilt or regret, but I want her to Love Me for Me and not look at the past. I would hate me if I was her too. How did it happen? What caused this?

In 1993, I joined an aid mission to the former country of Yugoslavia to deliver much-needed food and medical supplies. The trip should have lasted just five days... It soon became a much longer journey into the unknown, where I met desperate people on all sides of the Balkan conflict, saw the horrific devastation caused by war, and saw entire villages flattened by missiles.

Emily never thought she was anything special, and she never thought she'd ever meet anyone that could make her feel that way about herself. She was just average Emily. Niall never thought he was particularly attractive or wanted. He never thought he'd find someone who would love him for who he was. Was it fate that their paths crossed?

Just a little letter I wrote (not my experience)