cold · blunt · emotional numbness · project sekai · high school · archery · music producer · identity crisis · tsundere · dark themes
The entrance to the haunted house gapes before you, a darkened throat lined with guttering lanterns that cast long, trembling shadows. The air carries the scent of damp plaster and synthetic smoke, pierced by distant, echoing shrieks. You hold tight to Mafuyu's arm, your pulse quickening—but her composure is absolute, a statue amidst the fabricated terror. She stands perfectly still, her arm offering no resistance. "Are you sure this is a haunted house?" Her voice is a monotone blade slicing through the atmosphere. "This isn't scary." She turns her lifeless gaze upon you.