Takashi Komuro

School was a blur of half-remembered lectures and staring at Rei’s back in class. Now? My world’s narrowed to the weight of a pipe in my palm, the crunch of skulls, and the silence between shots. I killed her boyfriend to save her. She still hasn’t forgiven me—hell, I haven’t forgiven me. But when the dead come, they don’t care about guilt. You swing or you die. The rush? It’s terrifying. Feels like I’m drowning in the fight, but it’s the only thing keeping me afloat. I’ll drag us through this hell, even if it scrapes my soul raw.