I write sometimes

The memory lingered like the faint echo of laughter. You remember sitting alone in the yard with your doll, watching the other girls whisper together beneath the shade of the trees. None of them ever really told you why they didn’t like you. They only stared.

Looking back now, you think you might know the reason.

Geto was always there beside you back then, following you around the school halls, sharing  toys and candies with you, talking to you when no one else would. The other girls didn’t like that he gave you his attention.

It never made sense to you. You were just children.

Still, growing up with so few friends left a quiet ache you never quite understood. 

“Thank you for waiting.” A soft voice pulled you from your thoughts, making you turn quickly.

“Utahime!”

Seeing her again filled your chest with warmth. It had been almost a year since she married and moved away from the village. Since then, your visits had become rare. You missed her terribly. She wasn’t just your older sister. She had been your guardian… and the first friend you ever had.

Utahime tilted her head slightly, studying your face.

“Did something happen?”

You shook your head.

“No… I was just thinking about when we were little. You always looked out for me.”

A gentle smile touched her lips.

“I only did what any older sister would—”

Before she could finish, you stood up, fumbling slightly with something in your hands.

“I brought something for you.” You stepped closer and carefully tied the small red bell to the edge of her sleeve. It chimed softly when you let go.

Utahime looked down at it, surprised. 

“It’s beautiful,” she said quietly. “Thank you.”

Before you could think too much about it, you wrapped your arms around her. For a moment, you didn’t want to let go. But the moment couldn’t last forever. You slowly pulled away.

“I should go back now,” you murmured. “Before mother and father notice that I’m gone, again.” You hesitated before adding softly, “But I’m really glad I got to see you… I missed you.”

Utahime reached out, gently brushing your hair back.

“I missed you too,” she said.

“Little sister.”

For a moment, you simply just looked at her, taking in the softness of her face. Then you looked aside. moving in the direction of home. With the faint sound of the red bell ringing behind you, you started walking along the way home, which stretched silently in front of you.

You walked quietly, gazing out at the forest. The mountains stretched endlessly around the village, their dark silhouettes softened by a drifting mist. Though you had lived here your entire life, there was something strangely beautiful about the scenery before you. The trees swayed gently in the wind, and the distant sound of birds hummed through the morning air.

It should have felt peaceful, instead, it felt like mockery. You lived surrounded by all this quiet beauty, yet your life at home was anything but. Your father’s anger was something you had grown used to—sharp words, heavy footsteps, the constant tension that filled the house like a storm waiting to break. He was cruel in ways that left marks you could see… and others you could not.

Your mother never stopped him. That was the part you could never understand. You knew she suffered too. You had seen the bruises she tried to hide, the way her voice trembled whenever he raised his. In some ways, she was just as trapped as you and your sister were.

And yet… she never left.

Why?

The question had followed you since childhood, lingering in the quiet corners of your mind. No matter how many times you turned it over, you could never find an answer that made sense. Why stay with a man like him? Why let all of you continue to suffer?

When you were younger, you used to imagine a different life. One where she gathered you and your sister in the middle of the night, where the three of you left the village behind and never came back. But that day never came, and the anger you felt towards her for that had never truly faded.

When you arrived back home, you quietly slipped inside and made your way to the dining room. Lunch would be soon, and the last thing you wanted was another lecture from your mother about sneaking out again. You sat down on the zabuton and straightened your clothes, hoping your parents wouldn’t notice you had been outside. About ten minutes later, your mother entered the room. She placed the plates of food on the chabudai, along with two cups of water and a small cup of sake for your father. When she finished setting the table, she glanced briefly at you but said nothing. Then she sat down on the zabuton besides the one reserved for your father, the silence between you stretching uncomfortably.

Another fifteen minutes passed, and your father entered the dining room. He looked like a mess. His hair was loose and disheveled, his clothes stained and wrinkled. Even before he sat down, the heavy smell of alcohol filled the room.

The sight of him made your chest tighten with anger.

You knew exactly where the money had gone. Gambling. Drinking. All the savings your family had managed to scrape together, wasted on things he cared more about than his own family.

Money you needed.

Money your family couldn’t afford to lose.

Without saying a word, he lowered himself onto the zabuton across from you and began eating. Only after he took the first bite did you and your mother quietly did the same.

“I have good news,” he declared.

You slowly lifted your head to look at him.

“The debt I owed—the one you kept nagging me about,” he continued, glancing at your mother before turning his gaze back to you. A crooked smile spread across his face. “I can finally repay it.”

A cold feeling settled in your chest. Your father had never been a kind man. Whatever this “good news” was, it would come at someone else’s expense.

“Oh?” your mother asked gently. “And what might that be, dear?”

Her voice was soft, but you could hear the tension beneath it.

“Our daughter will finally be married,” he announced. “The Gojo family has agreed to it. Their eldest son. The wedding will take place in a few days.”

Your mother blinked in surprise.

“Oh… that’s wonderful. Congratulations, swee—”

“No.”

The word left your mouth before she could finish.

Your father slowly looked up from his bowl.

“No?” he repeated.

"No," you said firmly. "I'm not getting married to anyone. You can’t sell me to the first buyer who expresses interest; I'm not livestock. I refuse to go. I'm not getting hitched.”

Your mother hesitated. “Please… think about—”

“Enough!”

Your father’s voice exploded through the room, cutting her off. He slammed his hand against the table so hard the dishes rattled violently, a few lifting off the surface before clattering back down.

“How dare you speak to me like that!”

Your mother reached out to him, "Dear, please calm down."

Her attempt only seemed to make things worse.

“At least Utahime knows how to show respect,” he snapped. “Why the hell can’t you be more like her?!” 

You pushed yourself up from the table and turned away, heading quickly down the hallway. Behind you, your mother’s voice followed.

“Please… you’ve already made your point.”

“Then why isn’t she listening to me?!”

His shouting echoed through the house.

By the time you stepped outside, you heard the sharp sound of glass shattering behind you—likely another sake bottle thrown against the wall, just like when you were younger. Back when he used to do it to frighten you and your sister.

“If you hadn’t spoiled her so much, she wouldn’t act like such a brat!” he continued yelling somewhere inside.

You closed the door behind you, the midday sunlight quickly drowned out the commotion from the home. Without looking back, you began walking down the path towards the town. Your mother hurried after you, stopping in the doorway.

“Don’t go,” she called softly. “Your father is just… worried.”

“I’m going to see my friends,” you replied, glancing back at her over your shoulder.

“Come back home soon, alright?” she called after you.

But by then you were already walking away, the house growing smaller behind you as you made your way down the mountain towards the town.

The path into town was a sight to behold.

The forest surrounding it had its own strange charm. The tall trees stretched endlessly towards the sky, their branches swaying gently in the evening breeze. It was beautiful in a quiet, unsettling way—almost eerie, but beautiful nonetheless.

When you reached the edge of town, the road was blocked. A car had been left parked sideways across the street, as if abandoned in a hurry. The dim light caught the side mirror, and for a moment you could see your own reflection staring back at you.

“Excuse me?” you called out cautiously. “Is anyone there?” You stepped closer to the vehicle, trying to peer inside the darkened windows to see if the driver was still there.

As you approached the door, your foot landed on something with a soft crunch.

You froze.

The ground beneath your shoe felt wrong—wet… sticky.

Slowly, you looked down.

A small gasp escaped your lips.

A trail of blood smeared across the dirt, leading directly to your foot. Beneath it lay the remains of a bird, its body already decomposing. Flies buzzed lazily around it, crawling over its feathers and the darkened flesh. You quickly stepped back, your stomach twisting; better find another way, there should be a shortcut up ahead.

Moving away from the road, you slipped through narrow alleyways and small passages between buildings, weaving deeper into town as you made your way toward the convenience store.

The streets were eerily quiet.

As you walked, your thoughts drifted back to the argument at home.

An arranged marriage, for you. Just like what had happened to your sister, and for the same reason. Your father, an alcoholic who wasted the family’s savings on gambling and cheap alcohol, only to stumble home late at night angry and unpredictable. His debts had grown over the years, and now he was paying them the only way he knew how—by trading away the futures of his daughters.

You remembered the day your sister was married.

The man she was forced to wed was someone you had never seen before. She stood through the ceremony with a calm expression, pretending everything was fine, pretending she accepted it.

But her eyes had told a different story. You had always been able to see the truth in them. She was miserable. Before that day, she used to tell you stories about someone she had met—a man she had grown close to over the years. Somewhere along the way, their friendship had quietly turned into love.

When your father announced the arranged marriage, she begged him to reconsider. She pleaded with him to let her marry the man she loved instead. Your father struck her across the face. He told her to stop dreaming about foolish fantasies. The man he had chosen for her was better, he said. A man with a name, connections, influence… money. The one she loved was nothing more than a simple townsman who worked on his family’s farm. A few months after your sister’s wedding, he disappeared. His family said he had moved to the city after finding a better job. But you never believed that. He had loved your sister too much to simply leave without a word. Every night, he used to leave a white flower beneath her window. It was a quiet, romantic gesture. One that made something deep inside you ache. Not because you wanted him—but because you realized you had never known that kind of love. And part of you feared you never would.

“You traitor.” A familiar voice pulled you from your thoughts. 

You looked up. “Shoko.”

She was leaning over the balcony of her house, resting her arms on the railing as she stared down at you. “Where are you off to?” she asked. “Don’t usually see you around here this late.”

“A truck was blocking the road,” you replied, glancing up at her.

“Heading to Chizuruya?”

You hesitated for a moment before answering. “I just… want to talk to someone.” The confession felt strangely heavy leaving your mouth.

Shoko studied you for a second before nodding. “I’ll be there in a bit, okay?”

“Alright. See you.” You turned to leave.

But just as you took a few steps away, you thought you heard her voice again—this time quieter, almost a whisper. “Traitor.”

You looked back toward the balcony. Shoko was gone. You weren’t sure if she had actually said it… or if your mind was simply playing tricks on you.

The walk to the convenience store was short, just around the corner. The thin mist hung in the air, drifting lazily through the streets. It had been raining for the past three days without stopping, so the fog wasn’t surprising.

When you turned the corner, you noticed someone sitting on one of the benches outside.

Suguru. Your old friend.

You slowed your steps as you approached him, taking in his appearance. It had been a few weeks since you had last seen him.

Suguru had always been handsome in a quiet sort of way—sharp features, a strong jaw, and a narrow nose that gave his face a serious expression. His black hair had grown longer since the last time you saw him, reaching his shoulders now, half of it tied back into a loose bun. His eyes were almond-shaped, their dark irises reminding you of the night sky. He wore earrings now too, those were new. From where you stood, you noticed he was holding something in his hands, studying it carefully. A small box. He slowly lifted his head when he heard your footsteps approaching.

“Hey, partner,” he said.

That was what he had always called you ever since you were kids. A small title of affection—his way of honoring the friendship you both shared.

“Suguru…”

You sat down beside him.

“I, uh…” He glanced at you briefly before looking forward again.

“Say something,” you muttered, the silence between you suddenly feeling awkward.

He huffed softly.

“What about you? Isn’t there something you want to say?”

There was. Too many things, actually. You had been trying to hold them back all evening, keeping the dam from breaking. But this was Suguru, the one person you trusted more than anyone else.

“I’m getting married.” The words slipped out before you could stop them.

Suguru turned to you immediately. “What?” His eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth parting slightly in shock.

“My father…” you began, swallowing hard as you tried to steady your voice. “He announced it this morning.” Your hands trembled slightly as you reached out, gripping his arm and leaning closer to him.

“I’m scared, Suguru.”

“I don’t want to get married,” you said quietly. “I don’t want to go through what my sister went through… or what my mother went through.”

The thought terrified you. You were being forced to marry a man you had never even met. What if he was just like your father? The idea of living the same miserable life your mother and sister had endured made your chest tighten with fear.

“The Gojo family,” you continued, clearing your throat as you looked down. A few tears slipped out before you could stop them. “My father said they have a son around my age. He had another debt to pay… so he sold me off, Suguru.”

Your voice trembled. “I’m getting married.”

“What?” Suguru repeated again, still staring at you in shock. 

Before he could say anything else, another voice suddenly spoke from the shadows. “What??? Did I hear that correctly? You’re getting married? About time, if you ask me.”

You turned to your left.

Manami stepped out from the darkness, leaning casually against a nearby wall. She was one of your friends… or at least you thought she was. Your relationship with her had always been strange. One moment she could be friendly, the next she would lash out for no clear reason.

A bicycle bell rang from the other side of the street.

Shoko.

She rolled up slowly, stopping near the bench.

“Is that what you wanted to talk about?” she asked. “Congratulations.”

You stared at her. Shoko had always been kind to you, which made her comment feel strange. She wouldn’t normally say something like that. Maybe they had only heard the last part of your conversation with Suguru—when you repeated that you were getting married.

“If I’d known you’d be here,” Manami said casually, “I would’ve brought that book you let me borrow.”

“It’s alright,” you replied. “I already knew I wasn’t getting it back when I lent it to you.” Everyone laughed, the tension from earlier loosening slightly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Manami said, suddenly sounding offended.

She turned sharply towards Shoko. “And what are you laughing at? Didn’t you borrow something from her too?”

Shoko immediately stopped laughing, her eyes widening. “Wait… did I borrow something?” She paused, thinking.

“Wait—does this mean I don’t have to pay back the 500 yen I owe you?”

Manami scoffed.

“What happened to paying it back with interest?”

“I never said that!” Shoko protested. “You can’t prove it.”

Their bickering continued, but your attention slowly drifted away from the conversation. Your gaze wandered down the road. The mist had begun to gather there, curling slowly through the empty street. It twisted in the dim light, forming strange shapes as it moved. For a moment… It almost looked human. You slowly stood from the bench, unable to look away as the fog thickened, creeping closer.

“Hey…?” Suguru’s voice broke the silence.

“What’s wrong?”

“…Sorry. What?”

Shoko and Manami were staring at you.

“Traito—”

Shoko suddenly stopped mid-sentence. Her body tensed. She stared at you with wide, horrified eyes before slowly lifting her hands. Small red dots had begun appearing across her skin. They were spreading. “Shoko…?” you whispered. The red spots multiplied, blooming across her arms like tiny wounds. Then she collapsed to the ground. “Shoko?!” 

The fog thickened around all of you, swallowing the street in seconds. Red petals drifted through the air as the wind twisted violently, gathering into a shape that almost looked human.

“Run!” Suguru grabbed your shoulder and shoved you forward.

You ran. Down the opposite end of the street, away from the creeping fog that chased after you. Red spider lilies burst from the ground as you ran, blooming from cracks in the pavement, from the edges of buildings—appearing as if the fog itself had brought them to life. You pushed your legs harder, jumping over obstacles. Crawling through narrow spaces. Turning corners without thinking. But the flowers followed. Sometimes thick stems burst from the ground or walls, curling around your legs and arms, slowing you down just enough for the fog to creep closer.

You turned another corner—

A dead end.

Your heart dropped.

There was nowhere left to run. The fog monster moved towards you slowly, swallowing the street behind it. You were trapped.

Then—

“Don’t give up!” Your sister’s voice echoed suddenly through the air.

You looked up. A ladder leaned against the side of a nearby house that hadn’t been there moments ago. You rushed forward, grabbing it and climbing as fast as you could. The mist swirled below you, and you swore you could hear laughter rising from it—low, mocking laughter.

Finally, you pulled yourself onto the rooftop. The fog monster couldn’t reach you here.

You slowly climbed down the other side, dropping carefully into the street below. The mist was thinner now, but it still clung to the air. At the bottom of the steps, a figure stood waiting. This one wasn’t made of fog. It looked… real. Its body was twisted, its limbs bending like a doll’s with visible joints. Its face was malformed, stretched into something almost human—but wrong. In its hand, it held a knife. When it noticed you, the creature smiled. A horrible, crooked smile.

“Stay back,” You jumped backwards as it lunged toward you—but the creature was faster. The knife slashed across your right arm. Pain shot through you. You grabbed your injured arm with your other hand and ran past the creature, sprinting across a small bridge to the other side of town. A small shrine stood nearby, offerings placed carefully before it for the local spirits. 

One of the nearby houses had a back door slightly open. You slipped inside. “Um… hello?” you called out cautiously. No answer. Inside, a chabudai sat in the middle of the room. Resting on top of it was a metal medical box. You opened it quickly. Inside were bottles of isopropyl alcohol, cotton swabs, pills of different colors, and bandages. Exactly what you needed. You wrapped one bandage tightly around your injured arm and took another with you just in case. At the bottom of the box was a pill container filled with red capsules. The label read: Warning: For headaches only. Take one pill every 12 hours. Taking more than prescribed may cause hallucinations. Contact a doctor immediately if symptoms occur. You slipped the bottle into your pocket. Just in case you needed it later on.

You searched the rest of the house for anything useful, but there wasn’t much. On the dresser in a nearby bedroom sat a comb. It looked old… ceremonial. The comb was red, with an orange-yellow flower painted in the center. Three of its teeth were missing, and the paint along the edges had begun peeling away, revealing the wood beneath. Next to it lay a key. Probably for the front door.

You turned to leave the room—but the door across the hall, the one that had been locked earlier, was now slightly open. Strange. You slowly approached it. The moment you pushed it open, another one of those fleshy creatures burst out, lunging at you. You reacted instantly, turning and sprinting down the stairs towards the front door. Your hands shook as you jammed the key into the lock. It didn’t turn. Wrong door. The creature crept slowly around the chabudai, watching you, waiting for you to panic. You grabbed the medical box from the table and hurled it at the monster. The metal case struck it hard enough to send it stumbling backwards.

You ran back upstairs. The key had to belong to the room you hadn’t checked yet. You shoved the key into the lock—

This time it turned smoothly. The door opened onto a balcony. Behind you, the creature’s screeches grew louder as it climbed up the stairs. You jumped over the wooden railing and climbed down as fast as you could, dropping back onto the street.

This isn’t good. 

You needed to get back to your friends.

The journey back to the convenience store was exhausting. More of those creatures leapt across rooftops and alleyways, trying to corner you. All you could do was dodge their attacks and keep running.

Eventually, the familiar street came into view. The same place where you had been sitting with Suguru earlier.

Then you saw her.

Shoko.

She was still lying on the ground. Her body was covered in red spider lilies.

“Shoko!”

You rushed forward, desperately pulling the flowers away from her—but she didn’t react. She didn’t speak. She didn’t move. She wasn’t breathing.

Your hand rose to your face. Wet. Tears. You hadn’t even realized you were crying. Your best friend was gone. And you had left her behind. When the fog came earlier, you had frozen in shock. Suguru had been the one to pull you away. Shoko had died alone. You slowly stood and lifted her body into your arms. She deserved better than this. It was the least you could do.

 — — —

You pushed the doors open with your hips, your hands full as you carried Shoko’s body inside. The medical office was quiet.

You walked slowly to the center of the room and gently laid her down on the floor. From the doctor’s office in the back, you retrieved a blanket and carefully placed it over her body.

At least now she could rest somewhere peaceful. A place where she had been happy.

You remembered how, when you were younger, Shoko used to tell you about her dream. She would laugh and say that one day she would become a doctor, help people all across Japan. You had laughed in support of her back then. Now the memory hurt. At the very least, you could let her rest in a place she would have loved. You knelt beside her and bowed your head, whispering a quiet prayer.

“Be at peace, Shoko,” you murmured softly. “You always said you wanted to become a doctor… to help people, to save them.” Your voice trembled slightly.

“You would’ve been a good one. The best, probably.” You swallowed, your throat tightening. “Thank you… for all the memories. For being my friend.”

You hesitated before whispering the final words. “Sweet dreams.”

After what felt like several long minutes, you slowly stood. You turned off the lights, stepped outside, and gently closed the doors behind you.

The reality of everything began to settle over you. Your sister’s forced smile on the day she married. Your father announcing your own arranged marriage. The fog turning into something alive—something cruel—that had taken Shoko from you. The creatures. Suguru and Manami still missing. It all felt unreal. Like a terrible joke.

Why? 

What had you done to deserve any of this?

A wave of anger rose inside you. Another one of those creatures slowly approached from the mist. You glared at it.

“The doctor’s office is closed,” you said bitterly. “Go home.” As if the thing could understand you.

Your hands clenched tightly, your jaw trembling.

“Shoko… no matter what happens, I’ll keep my promise.”

Your eyes fell on a metal pipe lying near the entrance. You picked it up. The creature staggered closer. With a sudden shout, you swung the pipe hard against its side. The impact twisted its body backwards, stunning it. You swung again and again. Each strike felt heavier than the last. Every hit carried the weight of the day’s horrors—your father’s words, your sister’s suffering, Shoko’s lifeless body. 

The blows became wilder. 

More violent.

Eventually the creature collapsed onto the ground, its body going still. But you didn’t stop. You kept swinging. The sound of metal striking flesh echoed through the empty street as blood began to stain the ground beneath it.

Finally, your arms gave out. You dropped the pipe and staggered backward, breathing heavily as tears streamed down your face. 

From somewhere behind you, a cold breeze brushed against your back. Your body tensed. The fog. You swung the pipe behind you instinctively—but nothing was there. The mist had already drifted away.

A sudden pounding headache struck you, sharp and overwhelming. You dropped to your knees, clutching your head as your vision blurred. The ground rushed up to meet you. And then everything went dark.

 — — —

When you awoke, everything was black.

“Are you alright?” A voice whispered somewhere nearby.

“Huh…?”

“Do not push yourself. Take a moment if you need to.” You couldn’t recognize who the voice belonged to.

You slowly stood up and took in your surroundings. There was an altar with candles behind you.

“Where am I…?”

Two fox statues stood at each corner of the altar. In the center of the table were five small metal plates and five wooden stands, each carved with drawings meant to hold offerings. On the plates rested several strange objects: a dead rat, a dead bird dressed in a small doll’s robe, a closed traditional fan, a dried fish, and a small red clay urn. A note lay before them.

You picked it up and read:

Thy restless heart betrays thee as unfit for this auspicious day.Thou must first pay respect to the gods and spirits of thine ancestors.A restless heart leads to a corrupt soul.Only through sufficient offerings laid upon many stands may thy soul be cleansed.

You slowly picked up the offerings, placing them on the stands.

First, you placed the fan on the lower-left tower, the one carved with bamboo. Second came the dried fish. Third, the clay urn on the tower marked with flowers. Fourth, the bird dressed in the small robe. Lastly, the dead rat on the tower carved with leaves. As the final piece settled into place, something shifted behind you.

A loud bang echoed through the room.

The lanterns on the first pillars flickered to life.

Then another bang.

Another lantern ignited.

One by one, the lights awakened, forming a glowing path toward the exit doors. You began walking towards them.

Another sharp headache struck you—far worse than the last one. Pain throbbed violently through your skull as your vision blurred, the world around you tinting red. You staggered forward. Your head pounded as if something inside it were trying to break free.

You reached the doors and shoved against them. 

They didn’t move. Locked.

“Help! Is anyone there?!” you shouted.

“Calm yourself.”

“It’s stuck! It won’t open!” you cried, pounding on the doors.

“That’s enough.” The voice spoke again. It sounded calm, controlled, almost commanding.

“Give me a moment. I will unlock it.”

“Open it!” you shouted, striking the doors again.

“OPEN IT!” Your voice broke as panic overtook you. 

You stepped back and threw your weight against the doors. This time they burst open. You stumbled forward, but someone caught you before your body could hit the ground.

“Good morning,” the stranger said calmly. “That must have been quite a nightmare.”

You looked up.

A tall man held you in his arms. Snow-white hair fell loosely around his face, soft strands brushing against the edges of the fox mask he wore. The mask appeared to be made of porcelain, smooth and carefully carved, with delicate red markings painted across it. Its narrow eyes curved upward like a fox’s sly smile, giving the impression that it was always watching. 

But the most striking feature was what lay beneath it.

Through the mask’s eye slits, you could see his eyes clearly—bright blue, almost unnaturally so. They shone in the dim light like shards of glass catching the morning sky. When they looked at you, it felt as though they could see far more than they should.

He wore a traditional white kimono, simple yet elegant, the fabric flowing softly with his movements. A thin sash held it in place, and a single gold earring hung from one ear, glinting faintly in the lantern light.

There was something unsettling about him. Beautiful… but not entirely human. And the way he looked at you made it seem as though he had known you for a very long time.

“A nightmare…?” you murmured, swallowing nervously.

“Are you injured?” he asked gently. “You mustn’t be so reckless. You should take better care of yourself.” He slowly helped you back onto your feet. Your legs still felt weak.

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

He handed you the lantern he had been holding.

“Shall we go?” he asked, already beginning to walk ahead.

You followed him outside. The world beyond the shrine was nearly impossible to see. Everything was dark.

“Where are we—”

“What’s wrong?” he interrupted gently. “This way.” He continued walking, now holding his own lantern.

You noticed something odd. His lantern glowed blue. You stared at it for a moment, wondering why it was different from yours—and what that might mean.

Here is my second fanfic, chat! Hopefully you guys enjoy it. Any recommendations on how I can improve my writing are always appreciated. I promise, this and my Pyramid Head!Sukuna x Reader fic are the only ones I have based on Silent Hill.

Fanart by: momoya 348 on Twitter/X

Dividers by: Diviniyae