>>5785194>>5785195>>5785196>>5785227The voices close in, each more haunting than the last. "End it all." "Why am I so unloved?" "Why can't I be better?" "The world's better off without me." "Ugliness, poverty – why me?" "Such hatred." Echoes of those the Kunekune consumed wash over you, drowning you in their collective misery. Then, a gut-wrenching twist: your own younger voice rings out, exposing the raw wounds of your past. "Why did they leave me? Alone, always alone... Why do others have friends while I'm left alone?" The temptation to succumb, to let the Kunekune devour your essence, grows almost irresistible. A familiar voice slices through the despair, "Hold on, Hideo! Don't let it overpower you!" It's the voice of a determined young woman – your best friend. "Aika!" Rallying, you marshal your strength, pushing back against the Kunekune's invasive tendrils. As Aika's Shinto incantations rise in fervor, you add your voice to hers, creating a powerful harmony. The Kunekune begins to diminish, its writhing slowing, its presence receding. "Hate... still hate..." it murmurs weakly, its voice fading into oblivion. With that final whisper, it vanishes, banished from this realm. As consciousness returns, you find yourself resting in Aika's bed. She looks at you with a mix of relief and triumph, "We did it, my dear Watson," her voice light, but the moisture in her eyes revealing the depth of her emotions. You manage a weak grin, "I'd still like to think of myself as Sherlock, thank you very much." Aika's laughter fills the room, a delightful sound amidst the aftermath of their ordeal. This marked the beginning of your unbreakable friendship with a trans catgirl and the launch of countless adventures together.
>.. The Yokai Files: Case 1 - Closed 