Chapter 11: Brooding Edge Lord Appears: Vishkovski Raizen

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."