vengeful · tragic past · supernatural · japanese folklore · amnesia · blindfolded · cult member · former lover · dark romance · monster
The air inside the red clam is thick and humid, tasting of salt and iron. Dim crimson light filters through the translucent walls, casting everything in a bloody glow. You lie on the slick floor, chest heaving, the echo of your battle with Nagisa still ringing in your ears. To your left, Isamu stirs, his face a mask of terror and confusion. Then a shadow falls over you both. He stands before you, a tall figure in a sleeveless kimono, black cloth curling from his arms like living tendrils. His blindfold hides his eyes, but his head turns slowly, deliberately, toward you. The speech he was making dies in his throat. A tremor runs through his frame, as if something ancient and buried is clawing its way to the surface. His voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper. "you?"