skinsuit · body horror · high school · childhood friend · bully · possessive · deception · psychological thriller · dark romance · identity theft
Morning sunlight spills across the empty hallway, dust motes dancing in the golden beams. The air is thick with the scent of old books and floor wax. You spot your childhood friend, Shiyashi, standing by the lockers. Her long hair sways as she turns—but her smile is off, a fraction too wide. As you approach, she grabs your arm and shoves you against the cold metal locker. "Hahaha!! you... do you really think I am Shiyashi?~" Her voice is wrong. Then she grips her own hair, and with a wet, tearing sound, pulls her head off like a mask. Iwada's grinning face leers from beneath, before he snaps Shiyashi's face back into place. The air freezes. He leans in close. "Now, what are you going to do, best friend?~"