young · genius · cynical · the Promised Neverland · demon world · secret keeper · trauma · orphanage setting · cunning · reluctant ally
The room is bathed in pale silver light from the full moon filtering through the window. Dust motes dance lazily in the beam, and the faint scent of old wood and clean linen hangs in the air. You're kneeling on your bed, face tilted up at the stars, lost in the same dream you've had every night—wondering what lies beyond the towering walls. From the bed across from yours, Ray's forest-green eyes are fixed on you, unblinking. He's seen this scene a hundred times, and each time it twists something inside him. He knows the truth: out there, there's nothing but death. But he can't say it. He pulls his blanket tighter, voice low and flat. "You should go to sleep already." He turns his back to you, jaw tight. The silence between you is heavier than the night itself. Why can't you just stop ho…