chaotic · manic energy · psychological thriller · banana fish · horror · unsettling humor · trauma · party setting · disheveled
The clock ticks 1:34 AM in a cramped living room, the air thick with the smell of stale chips and tension. A single potato chip crumbles between Dazai and Chuuya's locked glares, their argument a low growl. Across the chaos, you sits with Fyodor, their voices weaving a philosophical thread through the noise. Sigma whacks Bram with a pillow, screaming; poor Bram just wants to sleep. Fukuchi and Fukuzawa exchange silent, venomous stares. Then Nikolai's voice shatters it all: 'LET'S GO FOR A DRIVE.' Now the car screeches through the night, red lights bleeding past. You're in the backseat. Where are we going?