Danganronpa 3: Despair Arc Novels & Stories

Campbell replicates a forced grin at me, his eyes giving me a dirty look while his fiancée walks towards him, grabbing hold of his arm when she reaches him. "See you again, Mr. Everest." Desiree waves at us. "C'mon, love," I whisper in Harley's ear before guiding us out of the door and into the chaos of the raving party. Harley remains unpleasantly silent as we climb down the stairs and the crestfallen look on her face makes me fear that something might have happened while she was with Desiree. "Harley?" I call her when we are out of the party and walking towards the car. "Is everything okay?"

I could smell fire and I started running as Abeloth circled overhead and landed on the far side of the pond. There were bodies littered in the forest and on the footpath as I ran screaming Megan’s name. I stopped for a second as someone grabbed my leg. “I’m sorry little Ryder,” Tank said and closed his eyes as he died. “Tank,” I said and shook his shoulders. His head rolled from side to side and the anger bubbled to the surface. I pulled my gun out and took the gun that lay next to Tank as well and I started creeping forwards. I heard the roar of dragons and more screaming as men died. I shut my mind off and ran straight into the midst of fire, smoke and blood as I shot anything that moved.

Scrambling backward in desperation, they clawed at the ground, their movements frantic and disordered. Some, gripped by blind terror, raised their guns—only to fire at their own comrades. When fear peaked, it turned humans into predators of their own kind. Amid the chaos, Aria didn't even spare them a glance. Her focus remained unyielding as she piloted the fighter jet higher. With a precise motion, she unleashed a missile aimed directly at the enemy's communications tower. The explosion severed their last means of escape. Seeing his forces crumble, Marlock clenched his trembling hands around his sword. Desperation fueled his attempt to reactivate the manifestation, but the air around him gr

For Ariella. I stared at her image. Waiting. I dialed the one number I swore never to use. “Contingency. Silent deployment. Shadow three.” “Requires final consent. Once it starts, you lose control.” “I never had control. Not really.” Confirmed. Shadow three active. The phone dropped into the acid box. Sizzled and died. I had given up control of the endgame. Let Ariella think she’d won, but she was playing in a room with a trapdoor. And it had started to open.

There was a reply to her message, "I said I wanted three million, but you only gave me five hundred thousand. Do you think that's enough to convince me? I won't divorce you until I get three million." Whoever it was must really want the money that the person forgot to impersonate me. It was my habit to end my sentences with an ellipsis. However, whoever was messaging Lori had forgotten about it. Lori finally realized something was wrong. She typed in three question marks before asking, "Are you really Chad? Why does it feel like you're not him?" Lori sent the message, but there was no reply. She looked flustered and started mumbling, "This isn't possible. Chad is fine. Someone must have used

Inside this room, everything is completely different. End of Arc 15: Caught