Story Description •~~~|♡|~~~• The old warehouse was echoey, Shuichi's footsteps continued to echo every step he took, his deep breaths, and his racing heart was all that Shuichi could hear in the moment, other than the rain that was just a soft sound of water hitting the old metal roof of the warehouse. Just then, there was another set of footsteps, Shuichi pulled his gun and pointed towards the sound he heard the footsteps coming from. "This is detective, Saihara. Put your hands in the air and walk out slowly. I have backup on the way, and I'm not afraid to shoot!" Shuichi shouted. "Oh? I'm guessing you're the one who's been looking for him. You're a real pain in my ass, you know, Shuichi Saihara." A voice responded. "He is here. Isn't he where he is?!" Shuichi shouted. "Oh, I'm sorry, detective. I believe you're a little too late for him." The voice replied back as a hand emerged from the darkness pointing towards the other side of the warehouse. Shuichi turned his head slowly. What he saw shook his core and broke his world into a million pieces. Tears began to cloud, and his eyes and his hands shook. Shuichi dropped his gun and couldn't believe what he was seeing. This had to be a dream, right? But yet there He was laying in a pool of his own blood, just a lifeless body of a person who once knew. Story info/TW •~~~|♡|~~~• ● None of the Art Is Mine ● All characters go to the danganronpa games ● mentions of suicide/self harm/murder/ blood/Weapons
3 parts