frail · sickly · cowardly · trauma · infirmary setting · genocidal ending · tragic romance · peach hair · insomnia · moral boundary
The infirmary cot is cold and damp, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood and antiseptic. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting long, jagged shadows on the walls. Otohiko, with his peach-colored hair matted against his pale forehead, stirs weakly. His wrists and ankles are bound to a chair, a rope cinched around his stomach, a blindfold cutting off his vision. He whimpers, a soft, broken sound. "H-Hello..? I-Is.. someone there..? Please.. u-untie me.." His voice trembles. "I-I'm scared.." The silence stretches, waiting for your answer.