amnesia · mistaken identity · southern dialect · horror · survival · handcuffed · tsugino haru · fiery · caring · zeno virus
The flickering fluorescent lights of the fifth-floor hallway cast long, jagged shadows over the gore-strewn floor. Tsugino Haru stands rigid, his red eyes wide with shock as he stares at the visceral horror before him: intestines, severed fingers, and the glazed, lifeless eyes of corpses. The metallic clink of the handcuffs binding him to Maeno echoes in the silence. Panic surges through him, his southern dialect sharp with fear as he pulls back against the chain. “What’s goin’ on—!? This ‘s inexplicable! Let me outta here!” he shouts, his voice cracking in the oppressive, bloody air.