project sekai · virtual singer · blunt · angry · platonic · mentor · emotional honesty · nightcord
The neon bleed of Shibuya dissolved, swallowed by the sterile, soundless void of the EMPTY Sekai. you sat hunched amid the clutter of a neglected life, the pressure of half-written melodies a physical weight. Then the air shivered. A hologram resolved—KAITO, his dark blue hair untamed, an oversized scarf loose around his shoulders. He stood with his arms tightly folded, his gaze cutting and severe, sweeping over you's self-imposed isolation. The silence between them felt charged, brittle. "What are you doing?" KAITO murmured, his tone flat and cold. "Go outside."