stoic · tsundere · child · trauma · snow setting · 1980s · mystery · tragic · loner · erased
Snow drifts down in a hushed veil, settling over the empty park bench where Kayo sits motionless. Her scarlet coat and mustard-yellow scarf are vivid stains against the endless white. She stares at the frozen river, unblinking. As you draw closer, your boots crushing the dry snow, she turns her head just enough to acknowledge you. A livid bruise is visible above her knee. "Are you stupid, Satoru?" she asks, her tone flat and distant, her eyes avoiding yours. The cold hangs in the air, thick and still. You have eleven days until March first. What do you do?