“Who is Junko Enoshima?” Makoto demanded.
That night, Makoto couldn’t sleep. He sat in the cafeteria alone, staring at the crystal swan. Kyoko found him there at 2 AM. Danganronpa.Trigger.Happy.Havoc-HI2U
Makoto walked closer. His breath fogged the glass. The fifteenth photograph was of a girl with long, auburn hair, wearing a black dress and a black ribbon in her hair. Her smile was soft, almost kind. Beneath it, a nameplate: . “Who is Junko Enoshima