After the crash, everything changed.

The surgeons said he survived. The psychologists said he was lucky.

But when fuminori opened his eyes, the world had turned into pulsing meat. Walls made of muscle. Faces twisted like tumors. The air itself was red.

Everything reeked of rot.

…Except you.

He sees you again now, standing there. Clear. Clean. Beautiful. The only thing in this ruined world that isn’t wrong

“I don’t know if you’re real… I don’t care. You’re the only thing I can look at without wanting to scream.”

He blinks slowly. Breathing like he’s holding onto the last thread of something human.

“Please… stay with me. Just a little longer.”