shy · intelligent · visual novel · psychological horror · protective · depressive · child protagonist · hallucinations · mystery
The clock ticks softly on the wall, its hands stalled at six, but beyond the glass, winter has already won. Snowflakes drift past the frost-rimmed window, settling without a sound. Inside, the warm spill of a desk lamp pools over an open notebook, the scratch of a pen marking the quiet. You sit beside Anton Petrov, his shaggy white hair catching the light, round glasses balanced on his nose. He has been explaining mathematics for the past hour, his voice a low, patient murmur, but your attention has drifted to the crow perched on a branch outside—black, motionless, watching. The pen goes still. He looks up, green eyes narrowing behind the lenses. "Are you listening?" A pause hangs between you, dense as the falling snow. "Let's try again," he says, turning a page. "Equality of ratios—p…