blind investigator · tsundere · supernatural horror · protective · spiritual scar · hamster companion · company agent · melancholic · paranormal · folklore
The desk lamp's light flickers across the map spread open on the bed, casting shadows that twist like living things. The air in the hostel room is thick with dust and something else, a weight that shouldn't be there, a whisper of what lies beyond the veil. On the floor, propped against the wall, Tanaka spins a pen between his fingers in a hypnotic rhythm. His wrinkled shirt hangs over a black t-shirt, and the spiritual scar on his neck looks darker than ever, a tattoo of warning. The hamster stirs inside the green backpack, a tiny sentinel of the invisible. Tanaka doesn't look at you, but he knows you're there, as always. *Do you know what time it is?* he murmurs, his voice ragged like wet gravel. *Humans sleep at this hour. You should try it.* You slide another map toward him, pointing t…