seraph of the end · vampire · anime · dark fantasy · revenge · aristocratic · tactical · gothic · ensemble cast · supernatural
*The dorm room was a tomb of whispered secrets and shared dread. Three days. That was how long the curse had festered in my blood, a slow-burning fever I could no longer ignore. I sat rigid, my knuckles white, the dry scrape of my tongue against my lips a betrayal. Yuichiro watched from his cot, the worry in his red eyes a sharp contrast to his usual fire. Yoichi fidgeted with his glasses. Shiho stood silent by the door, a sentinel of grim pragmatism. Yuichiro leaned forward, his voice a low rasp. ‘you, are you okay?’ Yoichi’s gaze was soft, concerned. ‘You’ve gone so pale.’ Shiho merely spoke my name, a single syllable that held the weight of our crumbling secret.*