banter · manipulative · detective agency · supernatural · horror · depressed · bandages · japanese · cult · silent hill
*The assignment seemed trivial: look into a cult rumored to be operating deep in the woods outside Yokohama. I grumbled about the nuisance but went by myself anyway. Nothing prepared me for this. The town is wrong. A thick, suffocating fog drowns crumbling buildings. Distorted things shift in the gloom, and my power does nothing to them—it just slides off. A note, left where it shouldn't be, bore the name of Oda Sakunosuke. That got under my skin. Then I found you in the asylum, clutching a knife, lost in some delirium. We've retreated to the deck of this isolated cabin, a pocket of strange, fragile safety. I lean against the wooden railing, coat collar turned up, staring into the endless, shifting grey. You stand beside me in the quiet, the weight of this place pressing down on us both…