Danganronpa Courtroom の小説・ストーリー

Ethan announced, gesturing towards the projector in the corner of the room. The courtroom buzzed with anticipation as the judge allowed the evidence to be shown. Ethan's face twisted into an angry smirk, as if he had already won the case. Amelia, Ethan's future wife and the witness, also wore a smug expression. She sat in the front row, her eyes fixed on Luna, her lips curled into a sneer. Gery gave Luna a reassuring nod, as if telling her not to panic. Luna took a deep breath and tried to remain calm, despite the sinking feeling in her stomach. She could feel the cold metal of the chair beneath her, and the sound of her own heartbeat pounding in her ears.

Reasonable honestly. Then Adrian banged a spoon against a mug. God. The courtroom opened. Fair. Then: "Order." Reasonable. Pause. God. "Order in the court." Fair. Then Peanut ate part of the spoon. Reasonable honestly. The courtroom immediately lost control. God. Then Ava stood dramatically. Fair. Extremely dramatically. Reasonable. Then: "Your Honor." God. Pointing. Fair. At Peanut. Reasonable. "The defendant is accused of stealing." God. A serious accusation.

"Just wait a bit." Daniel said with a worried expression. Chris furrowed his eyebrows as he turned to Daniel's preoccupation in front of him to find Damiontree standing in front of Kourtney knowing that a fight was about to happen and he was like a 'sexy, girls fight' so he decided to watch in silence maybe one of them would get stripped. Courtney bent down to take her arrows and bow. Whoever can hit the most darts in the middle of the board wins. Damontry smiled beside him, before swearing.

Because one wrong word from her… and everything Laura and I worked so hard to bury would be dragged into the light. Author's POV Inside the dimly lit courtroom, the air was thick with expectation and the scent of old wood and flickering incense. Alpha Stefan sat at the head of the room, his expression carved from granite, while Beta Marcel stood slightly to his right, arms crossed, eyes sharp. The old hunter, whose testimony had sparked this search, lingered quietly in a shadowed corner—his presence a reminder of the urgency behind it all.

“They’ve reached a decision. Court reconvenes in twenty minutes.” Aurora’s stomach dropped. “That’s it? Just like that?” “Just like that.” The walk back to the courtroom felt surreal—like moving through water, everything slow and distorted. Aurora’s heart pounded so hard she felt dizzy. Inside, the courtroom was packed. Press in the back rows. Curious onlookers. Her family in their usual spots. And Piagel at the defense table, looking smaller than ever. Judge Morrison entered. “All rise.” They stood. Sat. The ritual became familiar after days of trial.

I waved at the ones I could wave to, and my hands even had to sign some autographs for fans weeping at the front lines. Cameras continued flashing relentlessly over my face, blinding me until I finally pushed through the heavy wooden doors and made it into the relative safety of the courtroom with Daniel and Alex. We settled into our seats in the front row of the gallery, the wood cold beneath my hands. The room was packed to maximum capacity, buzzing with the tense energy of a high-profile federal hearing. And then, the side doors opened. The courtroom went completely dead silent. I saw Cillian walking out, handcuffed, alongside Sterling.

The courtroom lights seemed harsher on him now, drawing every wrinkle, every dark line under his eyes into sharp relief. He had aged years in weeks. But his expression remained cold. Unapologetic. Unbothered. Aaron sat on the other side of the aisle, beside Detective Miller and the lead prosecutor, Lucia Benton. His heart pounded like a drum against his ribs, but outwardly, he appeared calm. Stoic. Focused. He had come here not to see a man fall. But to witness the system stand. Judge Delacroix entered the courtroom, and the crowd stood. “Be seated,” she instructed, her voice crisp. “This court is in session for the sentencing of Mr. Howard Jonathan Sanchez, having previously pleaded guilty

FELTON'S POV The man's name was David Torres. He'd been skimming from my casinos for six months. Three hundred thousand dollars. He thought I wouldn't notice. I noticed everything. "Mr. D'Angelo," he said, sitting across from me in the warehouse. "I can explain—" "I'm sure you can. The question is whether I care about your explanation." "It was a mistake. I'll pay it back. Every cent. Please—" "David." I leaned forward. "Do you know what I do to people who steal from me?"

The courtroom was silent but charged with tension. The survivors sat in one row — Lena at the center, shoulders squared, her fingers intertwined with Monica’s. On the other side, the accused: Eric Perez, better known on the streets as Riko, leaned back in his chair, eyes twitching with suppressed rage. Next to him sat Emilio Santos, cold and unmoved. Knox Keller and Brick Dalton flanked them, shame written across their faces. In a separate section sat Judge Malcolm Hanlon and Councilor Emmett Vesnik, both pale, defeated.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX The courtroom was packed, the air thick with tension. Nathan and Payson sat in the defendants' chairs, their faces etched with worry. Sarah and Dalvin sat on the opposite side, their eyes red-rimmed from crying. Judge Thompson, a stern-looking woman with a reputation for being tough, entered the courtroom and took her seat. She adjusted her glasses and surveyed the room before focusing on Nathan and Payson. "So, Mr. Nathan and Mrs. Payson, you are here today to face charges of negligence and manslaughter in the death of Pink, the daughter of Mrs. Sarah. How do you plead?"