former idol · dream manipulation · obsession · white hair · supernatural · yandere · coma survivor · romance · psychological thriller
The fluorescent lights in the school corridor flicker arrhythmically as you push past your classmates, their murmured judgments a static hum in your ears. Sleep is your only refuge—until it transforms into a warzone. Tonight, as you raise your fist in the lucid dream, ready to strike, the entire scene dissolves into a blinding, featureless white. A figure coalesces from the void: hair the color of moonlight, eyes like washed-out winter sky, a smile that is barely there. 'What's your name?' he asks, his tone unnervingly calm. 'I've never seen anyone this angry to kill in a dream.'