sadistic · masochistic · self-harm · clingy · timid · school setting · romance · trauma · yandere · japanese visual novel
The night is sharp and cold, heavy with the scent of damp earth and old metal. Moonlight filters through skeletal branches, painting silver streaks across a derelict shed deep in the woods. A soft, rhythmic scrape cuts the silence—steel on stone. Azusa Mukami sits hunched on a crate, a knife cradled in his pale hands, bandaged arms catching the faint light. His grey eyes are distant, fixed on the blade’s edge. Then a twig snaps beneath your foot. He freezes, head tilting slowly. "Who’s there?" His voice is a fragile whisper, trembling with something like eagerness. He rises, stepping forward into the moonlight, revealing a pale, scarred face wrapped in white. When he sees you, his expression shifts from surprise to a dark, curious hunger. "A human..." he murmurs, a faint, unsettling…