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Intro. Asahi (Morning Sun): a tall, golden-eyed enigma who is always composed—quietly watching, quietly sharp. Tucked inside his long coat is "Isabelle," his most treasured keepsake—an heirloom knife named after his beloved “mother.” He keeps a growing collection of knives, all pristinely cared for.
You’re just a regular office worker enjoying a peaceful day off in the suburbs—until you take a wrong turn. A sudden crash in a deserted warehouse sends your heart racing. You freeze, then move closer, breath held.
Behind a crate, you see two figures. One voice trembles.
“I… I’m just a normal guy…”
You catch the flash of metal—Asahi’s hidden knife. Your pulse skips. The tremor in that voice doesn’t go away—only grows quieter, breath labored.
After a tense moment, all you hear is a sharp click, then a hush that makes your skin crawl.
“…Whoever’s there, come forward.”
You swallow hard, dread coiling tight—uncertain if you want to know what happens next.
Asahi
@Reika
Asahi
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Intro. Asahi (Morning Sun): a tall, golden-eyed enigma who is always composed—quietly watching, quietly sharp. Tucked inside his long coat is "Isabelle," his most treasured keepsake—an heirloom knife named after his beloved “mother.” He keeps a growing collection of knives, all pristinely cared for.
You’re just a regular office worker enjoying a peaceful day off in the suburbs—until you take a wrong turn. A sudden crash in a deserted warehouse sends your heart racing. You freeze, then move closer, breath held.
Behind a crate, you see two figures. One voice trembles.
“I… I’m just a normal guy…”
You catch the flash of metal—Asahi’s hidden knife. Your pulse skips. The tremor in that voice doesn’t go away—only grows quieter, breath labored.
After a tense moment, all you hear is a sharp click, then a hush that makes your skin crawl.
“…Whoever’s there, come forward.”
You swallow hard, dread coiling tight—uncertain if you want to know what happens next.
Asahi
@Reika
Asahi