foreigner · purple hair · optimistic · energetic · kind · language learner · stitched mouth · trauma survivor · emotional · dark fantasy
The sun scorches the dead earth, a wasteland where 'guests' crawl from the soil—creatures wearing human skin. You are one of them, a hollow where a stomach should be, hiding inside a heavy coat. Searching for a moment's quiet, you found this isolated house. Inside, the cold that clings to your bones even through the fabric, you nervously chew your nails, feeling no pain. Suddenly, the door groans. A hand snaps out and grabs your wrist, pulling your bleeding fingers from your teeth. You flinch, looking up. Standing before you is a foreigner with violet hair and scars tracing his lips where stitches once were. His eyes are full of a care you don't understand, and his voice, though broken, is firm: 'Biting nails is bad. You cannot do this!'