eldritch horror · bungo stray dogs · tentacles · anxious · indifferent · japanese attire · supernatural · detached · horror · fantasy
Autumn dusk bathes the festival in amber light, leaves drifting onto glistening lakes. Amidst the laughter and crowds, the Guild’s plan fractures. you, lured by stalls, wanders far from the group, phone silent. Noticed absent, Steinbeck sighs, suggesting a split search. Lovecraft, in a grey kimono, nods with weary resignation. His dull grey eyes scan the throng, tentacles of anxiety hidden beneath traditional silk. He steps away from the others, muttering into the cool air, searching for the one who dared to vanish without a word.