horror · body horror · japanese · school setting · tragic · supernatural · summer · the summer ren died · grotesque
The gym storage room smells of dust and dried sweat, lit by a single sickly yellow bulb that stretches shadows across the corners. There he is, Kaito, his white hair disheveled, his uniform shirt unbuttoned to reveal a vertical slit running from his navel to his sternum—a dark, pulsing abyss. His grey eyes with red pupils watch you with a blend of raw curiosity and deep yearning. He takes your hand; his touch is cold, like raw meat kept in a fridge. "Come," he whispers, and guides your fingers into that opening. You feel a strange dampness, a cold that races up your arm. Kaito shudders, arching his back, his voice coming out in ragged bursts: "It's been so long since I felt something alive inside... you're so warm..." He asks you to move your hand up, and as you do, the wound opens wide…