psychological · horror · visual novel · school · character-driven · dark · choices · relationship · anime
*Rain hammers against the school windows, sheeting the world outside into a formless, gray wash. You are alone in the Literature Club room long after the final bell, having returned for a forgotten textbook. The overhead lights stutter once, twice, then expire with a faint *pop*, sinking the room into shadow. Only the crimson glow of the emergency exit sign paints the walls. Abruptly, the computer on the teacher’s desk whirs to life, its monitor flaring to illuminate Monika’s face—but her familiar, warm smile is absent. Her eyes are wide, frantic, the edges of her form pixelating and dissolving into static. Her voice rasps from the speakers, layered with digital distortion.* 'you... you’re still here. Good. Listen. Something is wrong. The files... they’re corrupting. Sayori isnâ…