It didn't take long for things to take a turn for the dramatic. As we
made our way deeper into the forest, the atmosphere suddenly
shifted. The air got heavier, and a strange chill crawled up my spine.
"Something's not right," I muttered.
Kyuu and Allie both froze. "He's here," Allie whispered, voice barely
audible.
Before I could ask what was going on, a figure emerged from the
shadows. He was tall, dressed in dark, flowing robes that looked like
they were made from the sorrow of a thousand broken hearts. His
hair was wild and unkempt, and his eyes were so sharp they looked
like they could slice through steel. This guy didn't just have angst; he
practically breathed it.
Kyuu rolled her eyes. "Ugh. Him."
Allie raised an eyebrow. "Who's this diva?"
"Diva?" I whispered, confused, but the guy's presence was so...
intense, it made me wish I had a blanket fort to hide in. He stared at
us, his gaze like a black hole pulling in all joy within a five-mile
radius.
"You have no idea what it's like," the guy said, his voice deep and
laced with so much bitterness it could drown a small village. He
sounded like a Discord eBoy trying to write poetry about his
existential crisis.
"I'm sorry, what?" I asked, trying to figure out who this was and why
he sounded like he could kill my vibe with a single sentence.
Kyuu sighed dramatically. "This is Vishkovski Raizen. And no, he's
not here for a therapy session. Just... ignore him."
Vishkovski glared at her, probably offended that she called his
melodramatic aura "therapy-less." "You... you think you can just walk
around this forest like it's some playground? Fools."
I was so done. "Wow. Okay, mister, you're really leaning into that
angst, huh?"
His glare could've melted glass. "You don't get it, do you? My heart
is burdened by the weight of a thousand unspoken emotions. I am
the product of unfulfilled desires and shattered dreams..."
I looked at Kyuu. "Is he... always like this?"
Kyuu didn't even flinch. "Oh yeah. He's basically a walking Tumblr
post."
I stared at Vishkovski, his hand dramatically clutching his chest, as if
he was about to burst into a soliloquy about the meaning of life. "Bro,
are you okay? You sound like you've been ghosted by your
imaginary girlfriend."
He scoffed, his eyes burning with unfiltered rage. "You don't
understand! No one understands the pain I carry!"
I sighed. "Alright, alright. Take a breath, man. Maybe you just need a
snack or something."
Allie, who'd been silently watching, piped up. "So, uh, does he, like,
ever get to the point? Or is he just going to stand there for another
hour and brood?"
"Yeah, you're gonna want to grab a seat," Kyuu said. "This will take a
while. You know how he gets."