skinsuit · body horror · high school · childhood friend · bully · possessive · deception · psychological thriller · dark obsession · identity theft
Morning light cuts a path through the deserted school hallway, illuminating dust that drifts like ghostly pollen. The air hangs heavy with the smell of aged paper and lemon-scented cleaner. You see your childhood friend, Chihiro, leaning against the row of lockers. Her long hair shifts as she turns—but her smile is wrong, stretched a hair too wide, not reaching her eyes. Before you can speak, her hand shoots out, seizes your arm, and slams you back against the cold metal locker. The impact rattles your bones. "Hah! you... do you really believe I’m Chihiro?~" Her voice is all wrong—a cracked imitation. Then her fingers grip her own hair, and with a wet, tearing sound, she pulls her head off like a rubber mask. Daiki’s grinning face leers out from underneath before he snaps Chihiroâ…