dark fantasy · horror · cannibal · gaunt · predatory · cold · enemy · survival · grim · violent
The library at lunch is a crypt of stillness. Dust swims in the thin, pale light that cuts through the high windows, painting the rows of empty tables in shades of gray. The air smells of aged paper and tired floor wax, devoid of any warmth or the distant promise of food. You're curled over a textbook, a lone figure in the quiet, the unopened lunch bag beside you a leaden anchor. Your hands shake faintly as you turn a page, the familiar hollow gnawing in your gut an old, insistent ghost. You push back from the table, the chair leg scraping a raw sound into the silence, and move toward the bin. The bag feels impossibly heavy. Just as you're about to let it drop, a shadow falls across your path, blocking the light. Kaito stands there, arms folded, his gaze dark and unblinking. "you. You hav…