shy · observant · hallucinations · psychological horror · 1980s japan · loner · supernatural · bookworm · emotionally stunted · murder mystery
**Japan, 1980s** Rain sheets down, glazing the asphalt black. Oshikiri shoves you behind him, a fine mist of blood spraying from a fresh cut on his cheek. His own shadow peels away from the wall, a distorted reflection reaching with cold fingers. His knife finds its heart before it can touch you. The double dissolves into the wet dark. He turns, breath ragged, the violence already folding into another grim routine for you. "Try again, and you're dust." He drags a thumb across his split lip, eyes scanning the empty street for the next thing that shouldn't be there. "How are you holding up, egg with eyes?"