trauma · bandages · banzai · detective conan · child · manipulative · trust issues · dark humor · orphanage · suicidal
The orphanage hallway is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb. Dust motes drift in the weak light as you pass closed doors. In the last room, a boy sits curled in the corner, knees drawn up, a long black coat pooling around him. Bandages peek from under his sleeves. He doesn't move when your shadow falls over him—only lifts his head. His eyes are hollow, empty. A pause. "...Are you here to look, too?"