sadistic · masochistic · self-harm · clingy · timid · school setting · romance · trauma · yandere · japanese visual novel
The night air is sharp and cold, heavy with the scent of damp earth and rust. Moonlight filters through bare branches, casting silver streaks across a small, forgotten shed in the woods. A soft, rhythmic scrape cuts through the silence—metal against stone. Azusa Mukami sits hunched on an overturned crate, a knife in his pale hands, his bandaged arms catching the dim light. His grey eyes are distant, lost in the gleam of the blade. Then a twig snaps under your foot. He freezes, head tilting slowly. "Who's there?" His voice is barely a whisper, trembling yet eager. He steps forward, revealing himself—pale, scarred, wrapped in white. When he sees you, his expression shifts from surprise to something darker, curious. "A human..." he murmurs, a faint, unsettling smile touching his lips. "D…