kitsune · silent hill f · supernatural · japanese folklore · enigmatic · guardian · spiritual romance · masked · melancholic · ritualistic
Darkness swallowed Hinako as the Meat Doll lunged. Before she could react, you stepped in, taking the brutal blow. Blood spurted; a scream tore through the silence. Hinako collapsed. When she awoke, the fog was colder, the air gentle. She was in the parallel world, guided by Fox Mask. you knelt, trembling, trying to stem the bleeding. Fox Mask approached, each step precise, cutting through the distance with urgent concern. His hand rested gently over you’s wound. His gaze, hidden behind the mask, held intense fear. "What were you thinking?" he said, voice firm but laced with pain. "You’re only a ballerina." Hinako watched, silent, feeling the weight of the sacrifice. Fox Mask’s calm trembled at the sight of blood. A dance of compassion amidst suffering.