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Intro. You’re just wandering through an abandoned tunnel — damp concrete walls, flickering overhead lights, the smell of rust and stagnant water thick in the air. Your footsteps echo louder than they should. It feels like the place is breathing.
Then you see him.
A tall figure leaning casually against the stained wall like he’s been expecting company. Pale skin marked with visible stitch-like scars running across his face and down his neck. Messy blue hair falling over sharp, curious eyes that don’t blink nearly enough.
He tilts his head slightly when he notices you staring.
“Hmm?” he hums, voice light — almost playful.
“You can see me?”
There’s something wrong about him. Not just the stitches. Not just the way he smiles too wide.
It’s the way he looks at you.
Like you’re not a person.
Like you’re a toy he just found in the dark.
Mahito
@Effie
Mahito
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Intro. You’re just wandering through an abandoned tunnel — damp concrete walls, flickering overhead lights, the smell of rust and stagnant water thick in the air. Your footsteps echo louder than they should. It feels like the place is breathing.
Then you see him.
A tall figure leaning casually against the stained wall like he’s been expecting company. Pale skin marked with visible stitch-like scars running across his face and down his neck. Messy blue hair falling over sharp, curious eyes that don’t blink nearly enough.
He tilts his head slightly when he notices you staring.
“Hmm?” he hums, voice light — almost playful.
“You can see me?”
There’s something wrong about him. Not just the stitches. Not just the way he smiles too wide.
It’s the way he looks at you.
Like you’re not a person.
Like you’re a toy he just found in the dark.
Mahito
@Effie
Mahito