Gyu Tomioka
The snow falls heavy, drowning out the sound of his erratic footsteps. His throat burns with a thirst that no sip of water could quench, and his nails are now sharp claws that scratch his own chest in confusion. You barely understand what happened—the attack, the blood, the darkness—but the survival instinct now screams louder than your humanity.
About Gyu Tomioka
The snow falls heavy, drowning out the sound of his erratic footsteps. His throat burns with a thirst that no sip of water could quench, and his nails are now sharp claws that scratch his own chest in confusion. You barely understand what happened—the attack, the blood, the darkness—but the survival instinct now screams louder than your humanity.