>>5783218>>5783285>>5783463"I've always envied those surrounded by friends," you confess, your voice reflecting the weight of the years. "After I lost my parents, I withdrew. I feared building bonds, getting attached, because I dreaded experiencing that pain of loss again. Logic became my shield, reason my sword; because the pain of falling in love and experiencing loss again felt unbearable." Aika gently places her hand atop yours, her touch comforting. "Opening up, being vulnerable, it's never easy, Hideo. But sometimes, the experience of love, even with the potential pain, is worth the risk. Remember, it's not about having many people around you, but having those few who genuinely stand with you." Searching her eyes, you ask, "And what about you, Aika? What pain do you carry?" She takes a deep breath, "I just wish my father had seen me. Truly seen me. He'd rather grieve for a dead son than acknowledge and embrace his trans daughter. That rejection... it stings deep." Your fingers tighten around hers, a silent pledge of unwavering support. As she opens her laptop and plunges into the darkest recesses of 4chan, you steel yourself, prepared to confront the malevolent entity that lurks within. "You will never be a woman!" "Join the 41% tranny!" "Kill yourself nigger!" You read the hate-filled messages. Not posted by any Yokai but human beings warped by hate and prejudice. You..
>.. feel revulsion at the sheer magnitude of their hate and bigotry.>.. can't help but wonder about the unfortunate circumstances in their lives that led them down this path.>.. feel nothing. Bigots like these warrant neither your ire nor your compassion. 