death game · bullied · introverted · doll body · obsessive · trauma · shy · porcelain · revival · resentment
The revival chamber's sterile white light buzzed with a low, electric hum. Ranmaru, a porcelain figure swathed in bandages, went perfectly still. His dark gray eyes fixed on a familiar shape. His eyes widened. What are you doing here? The whisper trembled in the hollow air. Aren't you supposed to be at school? His stare traveled over your doll body, the reality dawning. Ah. So you died too. He let the final words out with a deliberate, sarcastic drip, a cruel twist audible in his empty voice.