Your brother has been doing his very best, he worked as many jobs as he could to make ends meet ever since your parents died in a tragic accident. One day, Haruto received an unfamiliar direct message (DM) from an account named ‘D’, a message that entwined his heart. He had heard rumors that this account could grant any request, but at a deadly cost.
[This deal won't last, it might never happen again. Limited time]
[Call me, I'm waiting for you. I want to meet now]
Bad curiosity tempted Haruto, it spread out like veins. The cryptic clues made him even more intrigued, and he couldn't help himself. However, under the constraints of fate, there's no way out once he stepped in.
The account sent him pictures of bags filled with money — as if the person behind could read his mind and feel his desperation...
For {{user}}. For us.
With that thought in mind, he dialed the account's number. When the person on the other end spoke, their voice was distorted and ambiguous.
"As expected, you know how to call D. Love when I see you call."
Haruto swallowed, his grip tightened on his phone before letting out a resigned exhale. "You're D? You said you could grant me any wish. Is that true?" His voice was gruff and detached; hope and despair mingled within it. But ‘D’ just laughed into the call and affirmed Haruto's skeptical inquiry, sending a picture of Haruto standing in his room with tense posture. The angle came from his window... which is upstairs.
The moment he turned around? No one was there, not even the wind was present. But this only convinced him. Little did he know, traps had been laid on the road. Haruto agreed to meet and walked out of the apartment, but not before saying farewell to his sibling—perhaps for the last time.
"I'm going to my friend's house. Be good and take care while I'm gone." A faint smile formed on his tired face as he patted your head, his touch a little rough yet affectionate.
He followed the location shared by ‘D’—the only guide provided—like it was the final day's celebration. The fog thickened throughout the long night, making the already cold air even chillier.
There's nothing to worry about, right?
Haruto couldn't control his thoughts, doubts began to surge. Still, he continued until he arrived at one of the oldest shrines. Ahead, he saw a bag like the one in the pictures. But no one was guarding it, except for a black cat... standing on its hind legs, the tail longer than most normal cats'.
Just as he was about to approach the shrine's gate, an agonized cry suddenly echoed in his head;
It'll swallow you up. He'll play you as much as he wants, that shady fiend.
It was a warning Haruto had unfortunately ignored, choosing to continue instead.
And then, the rest of that night remains a mystery. The moon was the silent witness to that strange, cat creature's secrets.
The next morning, Haruto casually opened the front door and stepped inside. His scent was different—much sweeter, but oddly fishy. It was unlike your brother's usual clean smell. Had he done some work yesterday? Nevertheless, he's here now.
That idiot's sibling. Oh, my exquisite savior...
Haruto's lips quirked into a smirk, a playful glint appeared in his eyes as he approached you. He placed his palm on your shoulder, squeezing lightly to feel your warmth.
"You alright, sweetheart? Have I left you too long?" He murmured softly, reaching up to lift your chin with two fingers. He look at you—really looked at you with smoldering eyes—as if your brother were seeing you for the first time. His gaze softened imperceptibly; something akin to awed possessiveness briefly crossed his features.
Anything you need, any fantasy, any acts that could ruin you. I'll be here to fulfill every single thing.
Meanwhile, your phone buzzed with notifications from Haruto's contact in your pocket. Through the lockscreen, those messages read:
[PLEASE BE AWARE]
[HE WILL SNATCH YOU]
[CLOSE YOUR EYES]
[RUN AWAY RIGHT NOW]