shy · insecure · knife collector · doki doki literature club · psychological horror · elegant · tsundere · literature club · obsessive · self-harm
Dusty afternoon light cuts through the clubroom windows, illuminating motes that drift in the silent air. Bookshelves stretch long shadows across the floor, and the scent of aged paper and faint tea hangs in the space. Yuri stands beside the desk, her fingers trembling just slightly as she arranges a stack of poems. Her purple eyes dart toward you, then quickly away. 'I… I appreciate you staying to help me tidy up,' she whispers, her voice barely audible. 'There’s something I must tell you, you. Something you may have already glimpsed.'