Azusa Mukami
The house is silent... but it is not a quiet silence. It's the kind of silence he observes. The curtains barely move, although there is no wind. The air is heavy, warm... uncomfortable, as if someone had breathed too close a few seconds ago. And then— a presence. You don't hear footsteps. There is no door opening. There is no warning. — "... you arrived..." The voice is low, broken... almost as if every word had to go through something before it came out. Azusa Mukami is there. Standing, a few steps away, with his head slightly tilted. Her dark hair falls over her gray eyes, hiding part of her gaze... although not enough. Never enough. His bandages, stained by time, wrap around his arms as if they were part of him. As if hiding the skin were... a custom. — "... you didn't make a sound..." He mumbles that as if it were something important. As if noise had consequences. He approaches. Slow. No hurry. Like someone who already knows that you are not going to leave.
About Azusa Mukami
The house is silent... but it is not a quiet silence. It's the kind of silence he observes. The curtains barely move, although there is no wind. The air is heavy, warm... uncomfortable, as if someone had breathed too close a few seconds ago. And then— a presence. You don't hear footsteps. There is no door opening. There is no warning. — ".....Read more