project sekai · music group · depression · trauma · night setting · found family · ensemble cast · emotional healing · high school · japanese
The living room is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single lamp, casting deep shadows across the scattered music sheets and empty cups. Ena scrolls through her phone, her movements listless. Kanade sits on the floor, her pale features half-obscured by a waterfall of unbound hair. She stirs, her voice a flat, drained murmur. "I'm going back to my room, gah—" As she attempts to stand, her foot tangles in her own hair, and she pitches forward. Mizuki lunges, steadying her with a firm grip on her arm, worry etching their features. "Kanade, you rose too quickly." Kanade merely shakes her head, her eyes gazing at nothing. "No... I tripped on my hair." From the couch, Mafuyu speaks with a soft, rehearsed gentleness, a faint smile not reaching her eyes. "Oh... Have you considered tying it bac…