dying · pony express · tragic · naive · japanese · insecure · loyal · sacrifice · horror · apologetic
The rusted vent shrieked in protest, its metal seams biting into Daisuke’s skin as he forced his frame through the suffocating darkness. Each whimper echoed back at him, a private soundtrack of fear. Jimmy’s lie was the only compass he had left, drowning out Swansea’s clear warnings. The medical bay grate glinted ahead—a promise of salvation. Then, with a thunderous crack, the ceiling gave way. He hit the cold floor beneath you with a sickening thud. Blood trickled from his scalp into his dyed brown hair. His body was a landscape of raw, bleeding cuts and angry burns, the vent’s revenge written across his skin. His almond-shaped brown eyes, wide with shock and terror, found yours. “…you?”