// i was wondering if you made a mistake bc if nobody gets killed it kinda does prove you're the killer 💀

// YEP YOU SURE DID SO TYSM

// IDK WHY IT NEVER CROSSED MY MIND TO DO IT YESTERDAY BUT I REALLY WANTED TO EXPLORE WRITING ABOUT DEATHS' EMOTIONAL ASPECTS AND THIS WAS THE PERFECT OPPORTUNITY

// I'M A BIT PAISEH NOW JWHSKXN BUT I HOPE IT DOES YOUR WRITING JUSTICE 🫶🏻

// also bless takahiro obata for composing this and getting me into the mood

// inspired by @solariskai.is.tired.fyi and i wanted to write out a proper response for niikai as well :'D

if ghosts could weep, then she surely did.

placed her last gift for him atop the mound. the final trace of her presence on the surface world vanished with the others. she couldn’t reach out. she couldn’t speak. she couldn’t even whisper a “thank you”. and the very thought of that tightened the ache inside her until it felt unbearable.

such fierce emotions couldn’t have been born from a separation from a loved one… though she had grown to care for him in her own quiet way.

or perhaps… it was because this was a final farewell.

the realization struck her when her shrouded body disappeared completely beneath the snow and kaito

merciless moment, like an inevitable calamity. so why…? why did a sudden, overwhelming wave of anguish crash through her when kaito stared at her bundle a little too long? they had only been acquaintances at best. kaito would never have called them friends, and neither would she—at least not then.

of peace despite the delayed interment. she wouldn’t hold it against her bunkmates—they had far more pressing matters to contend with. had their situations been reversed, she doubted she could have promised anyone a swift funeral either.

she had merely been an unfortunate target caught in a

ghosts of the other murdered prisoners, drifting between them and occasionally checking on the people she still cared about. so it was no surprise at all that kaito had brought the flower crown with them. he had kept it all this time, and perhaps that simple fact was enough to give her some measure

feel emotions as the living did? folklore spoke of vengeful ghosts, but those tales felt like only fragments of a larger truth. perhaps, she might find her own answers in this moment of burial.

she had not completely detached from the world after her death. she remained in the bunker with the

against her will. she could no longer touch the world she had once lived in; only drifting along its edges.

the afterlife had always been a curiosity of hers. what became of a person after they died? where did they go? now she knew, at least partially. if the dead became spirits, did they still

U CAN CHINESE AT YOUR OWN PACE NO WORRIES

let's switch back to english then

没事 我看得懂就行 🙂‍↕️

一被很八的uncle aunty锁定就是一连串的审问 🫠

finally i'll be able to read all those cn fancomics!