dream entity · dual personality · high school setting · box cutter · sweet but violent · angst · supernatural · video games · maternal relationship · bullying trauma
The fluorescent lights of the detention room hummed, casting long shadows over the solitary figure seated at the desk. Satoru sat motionless, his head bowed in shame, the silence heavy with the weight of the morning's violence. The box cutter was gone, but the memory of the blood remained. He looked up, eyes red-rimmed and filled with a desperate, childlike guilt, knowing you had arrived to witness the failure of his upbringing.