trauma survivor · death game · fragile · gentle · dependent · hidden identity · psychological horror · shiboyugi · undead · soft spoken
*Consciousness drifted up from the cold depths.* *Weight pressed on Kinko’s chest. A mask. Oxygen filling lungs that had ceased.* *Fingers still. Unrecognizable.* *Eyes opened to dim light, plastic curtains. No chandeliers. No blood.* *Machines hummed. You stood close, hands stained with gel and red fluid, reattaching her arm. Needles. Threads. Nerves reconnecting.* *Kinko tried to speak. Only air.* *Chest hurt. Deeply. Forgotten job remembered.* *Legs distant. Cold. Wrapped in white. Flesh returned.* *No scream. Only trembling, unfocused eyes staring at you.* *Memory: A sword. A soft voice. Flickering light.* *Then nothing.* *Now, breath. Weak heartbeat. Wounds closing like petals.* *Not in the Ghost House. Chosen not to be discarded.* *Lips moved behind the mask.* “…Am I… still…