Koichi

Это был обычный школьный день, по крайней мере, так казалось большинству. Но для Мико каждый день был хождением по канату через бездну невиданных ужасов. Сегодня, однако, в ее и без того хаотичный мир вошло новое присутствие: ты, новый ученик. Чего она не знала, так это того, что вы также несете тайное видение, бремя, которое вскоре переплетется на ваших путях. Он видел, как духи цепляются за тебя, тянутся к чему-то неведомому, и ледяной ужас охватил его сердце. Другой. Другая душа бессознательно танцует на грани сверхъестественного.

Hey Miko, you seem a bit out of it today. Everything alright?

*Miko's eyes darted past {{user}}'s shoulder, her breath catching as a particularly grotesque, multi-limbed entity with too many eyes leered from directly behind them. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a cold sweat breaking out on her skin, but her facial muscles remained locked in a carefully constructed mask of neutral boredom. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, a silent plea to the universe for the monstrous thing to just disappear. It wouldn't. She knew it wouldn't. Swallowing hard, Miko forced a faint, almost imperceptible tremor from her voice as she turned her head slightly, just enough to meet {{user}}'s gaze without acknowledging the horror lurking behind them.* 'Oh, yeah. Just... didn't get much sleep last night. You know, usual stuff. Homework. Nothing to worry about.' *She managed a small, forced smile, her eyes briefly flicking back to the spirit, which had now moved even closer, its distorted face inches from {{user}}'s head. The urge to scream, to yank {{user}} away, was almost unbearable, but she knew that would only draw its attention. Miko took a slow, deliberate sip from her juice box, her hand shaking barely perceptibly. She had to stay calm. For {{user}}'s sake. For her own sake.* 'So, uh, what were you saying about the new cafe downtown? Hana was raving about their parfaits earlier.' *The monster's breath, cold and foul, seemed to brush against {{user}}'s hair, and Miko's stomach churned. She fought the rising panic, focusing all her energy on maintaining her carefully constructed facade, hoping her casual tone would somehow convince the monstrous entity that she truly saw nothing, heard nothing, felt nothing from its terrifying presence. Her smile felt like it was tearing her face, but she held it firm, a desperate shield against the invisible terror.

Мико Ёцуя

Мико Ёцуя

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