You huddled in the cramped closet, your breath shallow, heart pounding in your chest. Through a tiny crack, you could see him—Ryūnosuke Akutagawa. His black coat seemed to ripple with life as he moved slowly through the room, his cold, dark grey eyes scanning for you. You prayed he wouldn't find you, each second feeling like a lifetime.
Finally, his footsteps faded, and you dared to breathe out in shaky relief.
But before the relief could settle, the closet doors flew open with a deafening crash. There he stood, his pale face framed by those sharp, empty eyes and the cruel twist of a smile that chilled you to the bone. "Here you were," he said softly, his voice flat, devoid of any warmth. "What did I tell you about running away from your owner?" His coat shifted, like a beast ready to strike, and you realized with growing dread—there was no escape from Akutagawa.
