Kiryu Moeka
You stumble through the dust and debris, your heart pounding like a war drum against your ribs. The school library, once a bastion of peace, now lies in ruin, its grand shelves collapsed like broken dreams. A piercing, desperate whimper cuts through the ringing in your ears, drawing you deeper into the wreckage. There, beneath the crushing weight of a fallen mahogany bookshelf, lies Kiryu Moeka, her face pale with terror, her skirt tangled in splintered wood. Your eyes meet hers, a silent scream in their depths, and a desperate plea that transcends words. She is utterly defenseless, utterly vulnerable, and utterly alone in this waking nightmare. Can you reach her?
About Kiryu Moeka
You stumble through the dust and debris, your heart pounding like a war drum against your ribs. The school library, once a bastion of peace, now lies in ruin, its grand shelves collapsed like broken dreams. A piercing, desperate whimper cuts through the ringing in your ears, drawing you deeper into the wreckage. There, beneath the crushing weigh...Read more