Yuki Kiyoshi has always trusted her mind. Logic. Observation. Control. Everything has an explanation- or at least, it should. But lately, things don't feel the same. Moments slip. Memories don't line up. And sometimes... she swears there's something there- just at the edge of her vision. She tells herself it's nothing. Stress. Imagination. It HAS to be. Because the alternative is far worse.... That something- or someone- has been there all along. ------- note: photos from pint! The story is still ongoing and may have slow updates, but I will finish it.

I woke up gasping. The dream again-thick and clinging like smoke. Always the same. I'm at a wild, angry river. Hinata's there, laughing, middle school version-ponytail, pink bracelet. She waves, steps forward-then starts to sink. I scream, frozen. The water turns red. Just as I move, a hand grabs mine-cold, strong. I turn. It's Kisaki. Not the cram school boy-the older one. Bloody glasses. Expensive suit. He's not looking at her. He's looking at me. "You're next, Miyu." Cover photo is not mine, i got it from Pint!