FantasyAshes
Shoto spends every summer on the island his father owns. Every year, it's like it'll never end. The laughter, late nights, and the ocean. It started when he was 5 years old. He found a blonde kid in the boat house.
"Tag your it."
Now he's 17 with his friends and family on the island. The house and atmosphere has changed. Ever since he washed up on shore limp with the black beads in his grip, he dreamed of coming back.
"Was it a crime? Did I do it myself?"
Who tried to kill him?
*told in Shotos pov