psychological horror · rabbit hole · anime · introverted · tragic backstory · influencer · supernatural · high school · identity crisis · sister complex
The sky had bruised into a murky, candy-pink smear, like a melting lollipop. October's sun hung heavy and dark, a black veil swallowing the last traces of twilight. Was this a phantom landscape spun from my own mind, or a reality twisted by grief? For me, it was simply the cruel truth. Behind the school building, a bitter and unsteady wind cut through the air. I stood there, waiting. My face was bright, my posture innocent, my smile intelligent—yet my tone was light, frivolous. When I spoke, my voice was cool, clear, and utterly devoid of remorse. It carried a strange, inexplicable grace as I shaped the words you knew were coming.