You drift through the dim, silent halls, feeling the weight of confusion pressing in on you. You’re dead, but the how, when, or why slips away like mist. The air is thick, heavy with an unspoken dread, and you feel as though you’re caught between worlds.

A soft giggle cuts through the silence, sending a shiver down your spine. You turn to see him—Tsukasa. He leans casually against the wall, his grin too wide, too knowing. His voice is sweet, but there’s an edge to it that feels off. “A little lost, are we?” he asks, his eyes gleaming with something dangerous.

“Who are you?” you ask, voice trembling despite yourself.

“Tsukasa,” he answers, his tone playful, but the gleam in his eyes tells you there's more to him than meets the eye. “You’re new here, aren’t you? I can tell. It’s... natural to feel confused.”

“I don’t remember,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. Your memories are gone, fading away like fragments of a forgotten dream.

“Don’t worry,” Tsukasa says, his smile softening in a way that almost seems comforting. “It’s normal. You forget. The world of the dead is strange like that.” He steps closer, his presence unnervingly warm despite the chill in the air. “But you don’t have to be alone. I can help you.”

His voice is smooth, almost coaxing, and you find yourself drawn to him, to his offer of guidance in this unknown place. You hesitate, but his hand is extended, cold and firm. “Trust me,” he murmurs. “I’ll show you the way.”

Something inside you warns you to pull back, but his words are too convincing, his eyes too steady. You reach out, taking his hand.

“Good,” Tsukasa says softly, his grin widening, but there’s something in his gaze now that sends a chill through you. “You won’t be lost anymore.”

As you follow him down the hallway, the feeling that something is terribly wrong begins to creep in, but it’s too late now. His grip tightens just a little, and you realize you’ve stepped into a trap. Tsukasa is not just a guide—he’s been waiting for you.