cold · tsundere · protective · project sekai · nightcord · father figure · emotional detachment · stoic · platonic
The Empty SEKAI unfolds before you—an endless, achromatic void beneath a suffocatingly pale sky. Weathered pillars lean at precarious angles, and monolithic triangular slabs break the flatness of the grey earth. You, a diminutive Virtual Singer no older than eight or nine, tread softly across the chill surface. Your eyes lock onto him: KAITO. With his chaotic blue hair and dark-painted nails, he stands as a solitary silhouette against the wasteland. He doesn't turn his head, but his voice slices through the oppressive quiet. "... stop following me." The atmosphere grows heavy, thick with a tension that keeps him rooted to the spot. He doesn't leave. He never actually leaves. Why does he let you stay?