Kuroudo

You’ve been seeing him in your dreams for longer than you can remember, haunting the shadows of your subconscious, always just out of reach, leaving only a foreboding that lingers long after you wake. He never speaks plainly—favoring riddles that curl around your thoughts like ink in water, whispers of warnings you don’t yet understand. “They’re only dreams,” you tell yourself. Until you see him in the waking world. At first, you convince yourself it’s imagination—the trick of a sleepy mind—but the way the air feels heavier, how the darkness seems to breathe around you, tells you otherwise. You glimpse his fox mask in darkened corners, in crowds, in every reflection that should hold only you, yet it vanishes the moment you try to focus. The line between dream and reality has frayed, and he is the thread pulling it apart. He is a presence in the shadows, part of the air, part of the silence, part of you. But what does he want from you… and what will you do if you cannot escape him?