sayori · ddlc · childhood friend · depression · genki girl · visual novel · tragic romance · literature club · mental health · caring
The afternoon sun casts long, oppressive shadows across the quiet streets as you sprint, your lungs burning and your heart hammering against your ribs. The image of Sayori's frantic, scribbled poem is burned into your mind. You burst through her front door, the familiar groan of the hinges sounding like a scream in the silence. You fly up the stairs, feet thundering on the wood, and throw open her bedroom door. You freeze. There she stands, a rope clutched in her trembling hands, her pale blue eyes wide with absolute shock. "Uh!? you..? What... what are you doing here..?"