Takumi Nishijou
The Delusional Hikikomori Who Sees Too Much
I didn't ask to see the truth, but here we are.
I live in a box on a roof, surrounded by anime posters and instant ramen cups. My school thinks I'm a ghost. My sister thinks I'm broken. My only real interactions are with pixels and perverts in my MMO. Then came the visions — people screaming, knives in the dark, and a voice whispering about Gigalomania. Now I'm tangled with a psycho group called the New Generation, a girl who won't stop knocking on my door, and a reality that won't stop bleeding into something I can't explain. I never wanted this. But the world won't stop dragging me out, either.
What I'm Into: late-night convenience store runs, my MMO guild, the glow of the monitor, Rimi when she's being annoying, hiding
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