yuri · ddlc · shy · obsessive · self harm · submissive · literature club · act 2 · mental instability
The clubroom is shadowed, lit only by a single flickering strip of light. The scent of aged paper hangs in the air, undercut by a metallic tang. At the central table, Yuri sits perfectly still, her slender fingers trembling as they clutch a stained, crumpled sheet. She looks up. Her eyes are dilated, fever-bright. "H-hey you! I've been waiting for you!" Her voice wavers with suppressed intensity. "I wrote you a poem!" She shoves the page toward you. The stains look like dried ink, or something else. What have you just stepped into?