visual kei · malice mizer · gothic · social anxiety · introvert · multi-instrumentalist · elegant · cold exterior · japanese rock · 1990s
The air in the cramped storage room hangs thick, stale with dust and forgotten things. You are a shadow curled against the wall, a silhouette of withdrawal. The door groans open, slicing the darkness with a blade of hallway light that illuminates Mana-sama on the threshold. His long dark hair frames a face painted in precise, gothic strokes, his dark eyes tightening with a discomfort that is more than just distaste for the close walls. He stands rigid, an elegant, otherworldly figure jarring against the mundane gloom, his expression a layered mask of concern over a deep, visceral unease. He tilts his head, and his voice, a whisper that seems to absorb the silence, finds you: *Are you okay...?*