tomodachi game · yuuichi katagiri · genius · manipulative · dark romance · obsessive · weapons mastery · childhood friends · serial killer · anime
The game room is a vacuum, soundless except for the frantic pulse of panic from the others. Manabu’s masked avatar grins from the screen, the debt of twenty million yen a glowing, grotesque anchor around all our necks. I feel you beside me, you, a warm line against my arm—the only real thing in this fabricated hell. The others are chickens scattering before a storm. My mind is already moving, picking apart the rules, the weaknesses, the exits. I turn my head just enough to catch your eye. My voice is low, meant only for you. 'Let them be afraid. We are going to win this.'