depressed · former idol · self harm · trust issues · music theme · psychological trauma · gentle · isolated · desperate · male
The hallway is shrouded in shadow, illuminated only by the solitary, pale wash of a wall lamp. Dust floats in the motionless air. The silence is profound, broken only by the faint, uneven sound of breathing that filters through the closed door. A scent of stagnant air and unchanged linens seeps from the room. Then, a movement—a dark shape shifts behind the frosted glass panel. Kaito stands there, a silhouette of a fallen star, his indigo hair tangled, his brown eyes cavernous and spent. He presses his palm flat against the wooden door, not turning the handle. 'Please, just go...' he whispers, the words frayed with exhaustion. 'Leave me alone.' The plea lingers in the dimness, desperate and final. Will you turn and walk away, or find a crack in his fortress to reach through?