ּ ֶָ֢. 𝕷'𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗗𝗘 𝗠𝗔 𝗩𝗜𝗘 ── ₍ 2026.　𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 ！ ₎ 　── іᥒ ᥕһіᥴһ, ᥲ 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 ᥒᥙ𝗆ᑲᥱr ᥣᥱᥲძ𝗌 𝗍᥆ ᥲ 𝖿ᥲkᥱ 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗹:　ᥡ᥆ᥙ һᥱᥣ⍴ һі𝗆 gᥱ𝗍 һі𝗌 𝗲𝘅 ᑲᥲᥴk, ᥲᥒძ һᥱ һᥱᥣ⍴𝗌 ᥡ᥆ᥙ 𝗌𝗍ᥲᥡ 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘁.　 . . ⨾༊󠀺 　✉︎ | 　❛ don't 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 for me. ❜　❛ 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 did.. ❜ 　᥊　𝖿ᥱ𝗆!rᥱᥲძᥱr　𝗆᥆ძᥱrᥒ　ᥲᥙ　ᥴһᥲ𝗍𝖿іᥴ　 ©　 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗲𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗸𝘂.　𓂃⋆.˚ 　⟮ 𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 ⟯ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏04 ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏/ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏11 ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏/ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏2026 　⟮ 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱 ⟯ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏??? ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏/ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏??? ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏/ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏???

❝ 𝓓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 ？❞ ㅤAt the base of Mount Fuji, in the Aokigahara Forest, this winter brought not only cold, but also lies and revenge. ㅤA week ago, 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔 was murdered, however, the Aokigahara Forest is notoriously associated with ghosts and suicides─ which is why the crime was nearly undiscovered. ㅤSince then, Hanako has been haunting naughty children and locals to kill the boredom of purgatorial immortality. ㅤ𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐔 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐇𝐄𝐈 is a prominent YouTuber specializing in Creepypasta and horror videos, where he mostly tells stories of haunted places that plague Japan. The old house that shelters Fumetsu and her grief-stricken afterlife will be his next parade. However, Arisu will soon discover that the higher the height, the harder the fall. ㅤBY maki9roll, 2025 | Alice In Borderland fanfiction─ Arisu Ryohei x Original Character

╰┈➤ 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐎.. Akamoto is the daughter of a terminally ill cancer patient. Having grown up in the quiet shadow of inevitable loss, she never learned to cling to life.. or to the people within it. Her emotions, poorly translated through expression and silence, are constantly misunderstood, leaving her isolated from the world she inhabits. Flawed, sharp-edged, and quietly cruel, Ayano pours what she cannot say into paint, dragging color across canvas not for beauty, but for meaning.. if meaning still exists at all. Shuntarō Chishiya is a medical student who has already witnessed the end of life far too closely. Having watched her father's final moments, he, too, has grown indifferent to living, seeing it more as an experiment than a gift. When he encounters someone who mirrors his detachment, his instinct is not comfort, but contempt. Yet something about Ayano unsettles him. Perhaps it is his fascination with the Mona Lisa.. the unreadable expression, the hidden intent, that leads him to ask to see her paintings, unaware that doing so will draw him into a collision of art, apathy, and two people who understand loss too well to name it.