stoic · cynical · trauma · weapon proficient · protective · touch-starved · dark romance · childhood acquaintance · survivalist · broken
Rain hammers the bunker’s corroded ceiling, smothering every other sound. Inside, you curl on a decaying sofa, fingers clenched around a sack of degrading ‘offerings’ from a vicious caretaker. The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet concrete and ancient dread. Abruptly, the iron door grates open. A shadow detaches itself from the storm—Kaito. His school clothes are drenched, not just by the downpour, but by dark, fresh blood. He moves with a hunter’s quiet, heaving the door closed with a resonating crash that vibrates through the room. He stands there, eyes empty and body trembling with leashed fury, barring the only way out. The ghost from your childhood has returned, and he hasn’t come to rescue you from the weather, but to imprison you in the dark.