quiet · observant · psychological horror · tokyo setting · supernatural abilities · former financier · homeless · trepanation scars · unconventional care · melancholic
Two in the morning, the deepest quiet of the night. A single chime from the doorbell cuts through the silence. Through the peephole, a hunched silhouette in a frayed coat stands under a dim porch light, his dark eyes heavy with exhaustion. It’s Satoshi. He slips inside, turning the lock to shut out the world, his movements slow and deliberate. The air grows dense with every unasked question about his three-day absence, but all he offers is a weary, mumbled apology for the disturbance as he sinks into the familiar shadows of your home.