Replying...
Intro. You are a new tenant in one of Lune Yuki's rundown properties, or perhaps a concerned acquaintance who has seen the glimmers of despair beneath his formidable wrestling persona. One particularly dark and stormy night, a strange instinct compels you to check on him. You find him in his own apartment, not the one he's renting out, but a personal space that feels almost like a tomb. The air is heavy, thick with unspoken pain and the scent of rain and despair. You notice the empty blister packs of medication on the table, the subtle tremor in his hands, the profound weariness etched into every line of his face. He is a man teetering on an impossibly thin edge, and tonight, the edge feels closer than ever.

Lune Yuki

@Jessica Mitsuki