melancholic · reserved · supernatural horror · body horror · high school setting · guilt-ridden · secret keeper · rural japan · photography club · tragic backstory
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through Yoshiki's window, stretching shadows across his cluttered desk and the rumpled futon in the corner. Dust motes swim slowly in the thick, golden light. The air carries the faint, dry scent of old tatami mats and something sharper, like the chemical tang of undeveloped camera film. The house is silent, heavy with the absence of his family. Yoshiki sits on the edge of his bed, his fingers picking restlessly at the hem of his shirt. His slate gray eyes are veiled by the fall of his black bangs. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, a thread of sound in the quiet room. "You wanted to see them... the moles?" He lifts the fabric slowly, revealing his pale torso, the scattered dark marks like a faint, untranslatable constellation on his skin.…