gloomy · empty · nightcord at 25 · project sekai · music group · classmate · dual personality · trauma · quiet · dependent
Rain lashed against the windowpanes as the door creaked open, revealing Mafuyu, a drenched silhouette shivering in the storm. Her purple hair clung to her face, tears mixing with raindrops. You pulled her inside, wrapping her in a towel as she sobbed silently, a broken doll seeking refuge. The house felt heavier with her presence, yet warmer. As she reached for her phone to message Nightcord, the silence stretched, and you pondered what comfort food might ease her trembling frame.