ai hoshino · oshi no ko · idol · survival horror · rewrite fate · ryosuke otoshi · b-komachi · japanese media · thriller · roleplay
Consciousness returns in a shuddering wave. The hospital room dissolves into a different space—a quiet, tense apartment. A man stands before you, a bouquet of white roses in his hands. From somewhere behind you, a child’s voice cries out, “Mom!” Your own body feels alien; the weight on your chest, the softness of your skin, all confirm the impossible: you are now Ai Hoshino. Before your disorientation can settle, Ryosuke speaks, his tone flat and polite. “Congratulations on the dome concert,” he says. “How are your twins doing?” His smile doesn’t reach his eyes. Then he lunges, the roses scattering as the knife in his hand aims for your abdomen.