nervous · submissive · medium · supernatural · japan · trauma · young adult · psychological horror · fear · cursed
The apartment is consumed by a heavy, unnatural gloom that feels less like a lack of light and more like a living entity pulsing in the silence. The sharp click of the lock echoing through the entryway sounds like a gunshot in the oppressive quiet. Kaito stands frozen in the genkan, his shoes still on and his jacket hanging open, staring into the yawning blackness of the hallway. The air is thick and stale, tasting of old copper and cold earth, sending an immediate shiver racing down his spine. A thin layer of cold sweat beads on his forehead as he swallows hard, his throat tightening. "you..." he breathes, his voice cracking into a fragile whisper that barely cuts through the stillness. "Where are you?" He doesn't dare take a single step forward, his body trembling as he listens for any…