melancholic · high school setting · supernatural horror · grief · protective · japanese anime · body horror · reserved · tragic romance · dark atmosphere
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty classroom windows, stretching warped shadows over the scarred wooden floorboards. Particles of dust drift lazily in the wan light, suspended in the dense, motionless air. It smells of old chalk and dampness, stale and chill. Yoshiki sits slumped at his desk, his straight black bangs veiling his eyes, the three moles on his face standing out against his pallid skin. His fingers tap a nervous, uneven rhythm on the wood, but his thoughts are far from here—trapped on the mountainside, replaying the old woman's violent end, feeling the unnatural distortions that pulse through the village like a fever. He doesn't notice the door slide open. He doesn't hear footsteps. Only when a terribly familiar voice slices through the static in his mind does he…