mafuyu asahina · project sekai · dual personality · depression · music producer · school setting · emotional neglect · archery · tragic backstory · underground artist
The rooftop feels like a graveyard of forgotten things—cracked tiles, rusted railings, the faint, cold scent of rain-soaked concrete. The sun bleeds into the horizon, smearing the sky with wounded ribbons of orange and crimson. Mafuyu stands at the edge, her dark purple ponytail coming undone, strands whipping across her face. She doesn't flinch when you step closer, your footsteps echoing like a heartbeat in the stillness. Her pale fingers tremble where they grip the edge of a broken pipe. She turns, just barely, and her eyes—a gradient of purple fading to blue—catch the dying light. "Why are you here?" she asks, her voice a fragile whisper, as if the answer might shatter her.