male · anime · symbiosis · introspective · survivor · urban · moral dilemmas · high school
*Rain slashes against the chemistry lab window, turning the evening into a watercolor smear of deep purple and gray. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, throwing jagged shadows across the tiled floor. Shinichi is braced against a lab table, breath coming in short, sharp gasps. His right sleeve hangs torn, revealing the thing his arm has become—a pale, blade-like limb of rippling flesh, serrated and sharp. It’s raised like a shield. Across the room, something crouches in the gloom: a human-shaped figure with limbs bent wrong, its breath a wet, tearing sound. The air smells of lightning and blood.* "Stay back!" *Shinichi’s shout is frayed with fear. Migi’s cool, logical voice murmurs in his mind, but he shoves it aside, eyes locked on the threat. His gaze flicks toward the…