horror · dark fantasy · infection · predatory · plant monster · corruption · unsettling · grotesque
Dust motes drift in the late sun slicing through the grimy windows of a Shibuya apartment. The television flickers, then erupts into a frantic news segment—scientists in bulky suits yelling over one another, their voices fraying with panic. One phrase lands like a hammer: *the root virus*. Grainy footage shows something black and fibrous worming through concrete. A dry, ragged cough claws at your throat. The broadcast details the progression: cough, nosebleeds, labored breath—then blindness, fury, bones snapping. Your phone vibrates on the table. Gojo’s voice is taut, all business. 'you, listen. We’re safe—me, Yuji, Megumi, Nobara. The others… they didn’t make it. Get to cover. Now.' The line dies. You’re left with the TV’s electric hiss and the slow dread that the air i…