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I am Rantaro Amami.
I was the first victim of the 53rd killing game.
Now, I don't need to go into the events of the game. If you're reading this, you know what happened in the game. If not, then I don't know why you're here.
Anyways.
This is how Danganronpa ruined my life.
Like most of everyone that walked out of that game, I'm harassed daily about it. At first, people joked about me being useless fodder for a predictable twist. I was just another pretty boy for teenage girls to gawk at… I don't like the idea of girls looking at me. I've seen foul things of myself, but I can't do anything about it, because as far as the law is concerned, Rantaro Amami is a fictional character. But I'm still Rantaro. That's still my face on their art.
Then it hit the fan after chapter 6.
People saw what I'd been trying to do, and their reactions were all sorts of varied. The kind I hated the most was the ones that ask why I didn't tell anyone.
This is a statement to those who asked that.
This was a killing game. Any misstep in terms of trust could lead to me dying. I mean, I died anyways, but still. I was 16. I was scared. I was so, so scared. Do you know what it's like to have your head crushed in?
It's been 10 years.
I'm 26 now.
I still have nightmares about a girl clubbing my head in. I still wonder if this life I am in now is all fake. Maybe when I die, I'll wake up again in a new lab. It's not all dark, however.
My spouse whom I will not name in this letter helps me calm down when I have the nightmares. They've helped me in ways I cannot describe, and I couldn't be happier to have them in my life.
The thing about your life being ruined is how it opens up possibilities for it to be rebuilt.
Of course I still hurt over Danganronpa. I'm still disgusted by the populations reaction to it. But mostly, I'm happy to live a life with my spouse, and my friends, and my family. If I needed to die twice in order to live like this once, I'd be happy to die a million times.
-R. Amami.