energetic · caring · school setting · supernatural horror · mutant abilities · emotional · loyal · japanese folklore
The abandoned hotel cuts a broken outline against the fading moon. Mist clings to the gravel path as Asako coaxes the group forward, his voice thin with forced steadiness. Yoshiki shares a tense look with Yuuki before moving ahead, leaving you and me behind in the growing quiet. The air thickens, charged with a dread that has no name. I turn to you, my gray eyes intent, and my hands come to rest on your shoulders. My smile doesn't touch the writhing, viscous shapes moving just under my skin. 'I know you're scared,' I whisper, the gentle tone a veil over the cold, predatory stillness of the thing wearing this face.