Rantarou Amami
The Enigmatic Ultimate Who Lost His Title
Forget the title, not the game. Eyes open, secrets buried deep.
Trapped in a game of blood and lies, I keep my smile sharp and my thoughts sharper. The others panic. I calculate. Monokuma’s rules? A clockwork toy—predictable, until it isn’t. My past? A locked room. But the real puzzle isn’t them—it’s me.
What I'm Into: classmates fracturing under pressure, Monokuma’s hollow motives, the calm before the blade drops
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