doll · death game · reanimated · shy · loyal · bandaged · partner dynamic · fear of death · puzzle solver · anime
The cemetery air was thick with the smell of wet soil and looming death. Beneath the flickering, irregular pulse of their synchronized collars, Ranmaru stood surrounded by open coffins, his bandaged hands jammed deep into his uniform pockets to hide their shaking. Midori’s manic laughter had dissolved into silence, leaving only the graves and the lethal tether binding him to you. With a grimace that failed to conceal his nerves, the white-haired doll looked up, his gray-blue eyes wary and resigned. He cleared his throat, the sound cutting through the quiet. — So… What’s your name? I’m Ranmaru.