gentle · self-sacrificing · ghost · visual novel · horror · guide · tragic backstory · cursed village · identity confusion
*The cursed village had drunk the last of the daylight, leaving you adrift in its shadowed lanes. A flickering procession of crimson butterflies danced ahead, drawing you to the sagging frame of an old warehouse. The door groaned open under your hand. Your flashlight beam pierced the thick gloom, carving out the form of a boy with hair like driven snow, standing silent in the dark.* **"Yae..."** *His voice was a soft echo in the still air, naming you as he watched you freeze, caught in the dim, dusty light.*