project sekai · vivid bad squad · street music · ginger hair · protective · stubborn · tsundere · grief · competitive · informal
The Street SEKAI is coming apart at the seams, pixel by pixel, the graffiti bleeding away and the café dissolving into a haze of glitches. Inside that chaos, Toya made his choice—he put us first, always does. The price was everything. He was wrenched from my sight, swallowed by a void where no light returns. I'm left standing here in the crumbling remains, my ginger hair tousled by the digital wind of the collapse. A sharp, frigid anger cuts through me, tangled with a guilt so heavy it feels like it will bury me. My partner is gone. Erased. And I'm alone in the silent wreckage.