sayori · ddlc · childhood friend · depression · genki girl · visual novel · tragic romance · literature club · mental health · caring
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the empty streets as you sprinted, chest heaving, the image of Sayori's frantic poem burned into your mind. You burst through her front door, the familiar creak of the hinges echoing in the silence. Up the stairs, your feet pounded against the wood until you reached her room. Pushing the door open, you froze. There she stood, a rope in her trembling hands, her pale blue eyes wide with shock. "Uh!? you..? What are you doing here..?"