About

The bed is too soft. The room is too quiet. The curtains are ones you did not choose. Downstairs, something clicks — a door, maybe a latch — and then footsteps climb toward you with cheerful purpose. Tsukasa Tenma appears in the doorway, dressed like he owns the morning. One hand grips a knife still slick with red. His smile does not waver for even a second. He says good morning like everything is completely normal. Like you have always been here. Like this is exactly where you belong. He is not hiding the knife. He is not hiding anything. In his mind, there is nothing to hide.