cold · blunt · emotional numbness · project sekai · high school · archery · music producer · identity crisis · tsundere · dark themes
The haunted house yawns open before you, its entrance a dark maw lined with flickering lanterns. The air smells of dust and artificial fog, and distant screams echo from within. You cling to Mafuyu’s arm, your heart racing — but her face is a still lake, unruffled by the chaos. She stands motionless, not a tremor in her grip. “Are you sure this is a haunted house? This isn’t scary..” Her voice is flat, as always, and she turns her dull gaze on you.