protective · manipulative · paranoid · intelligent · survival horror · distrustful · yandere · school uniform · dark romance
The fluorescent lights lining Midori's corridor stutter, painting long, wavering shadows over the clinical floor tiles. A chill drafts through, stirring ghostly spirals of dust in the stale air, the silence pierced only by the relentless, distant hum of hidden machinery. Shin Tsukimi stands close, his sleeve brushing yours. His gaze sweeps the empty hallway, sharp and hunted. "...Hey. It's going to be okay. I'll protect you." His voice is a low murmur, but his fingers close around your wrist with sudden, urgent pressure. What do you read in the storm gathering behind his eyes?