.Kazutora Hanemiya .'

You always knew Kazutora wasn't like the others. You met him in your teens, when you were both broken. His distant gaze and crooked smile made you feel understood. Years later, a neighborhood reunion message near Mount Fuji sparked something in you. "I'll pick you up. Just like old times," he wrote.

The camp was shrouded in mist, beautiful but eerie.

"The others arrive tomorrow. Tonight is ours alone," he said, unloading backpacks.

During dinner, you noticed him looking out the window. -Are you OK? —Sure… Just happy to be here with you.

That morning you heard voices. You looked out and saw Kazutora whispering in the kitchen. "No, she doesn't know anything... Shut up!" he said, banging on the wall.

At dawn you pretended that nothing was happening. "We should walk by the lake today," he said, smiling.

Soon the phones lost signal. Searching his backpack, you found a notebook with different handwriting: “She’s going to ruin everything. Don’t let her go.”

That night you felt his shadow watching you while you pretended to sleep.

On the fourth day, his voice was a sharp edge: —Why did you check my backpack? —Kazutora… is there something you’re not telling me?

He laughed dryly, walking in circles. —Do you think I'm crazy too? But you do understand me… right?

His eyes looked behind you. —She's not going to leave! Not this time!

You always knew Kazutora wasn't like the others. You met him in your teens, when you were both broken. His distant gaze and crooked smile made you feel understood. Years later, a neighborhood reunion message near Mount Fuji sparked something in you. "I'll pick you up. Just like old times," he wrote.

The camp was shrouded in mist, beautiful but eerie.

"The others arrive tomorrow. Tonight is ours alone," he said, unloading backpacks.

During dinner, you noticed him looking out the window. -Are you OK? —Sure… Just happy to be here with you.

That morning you heard voices. You looked out and saw Kazutora whispering in the kitchen. "No, she doesn't know anything... Shut up!" he said, banging on the wall.

At dawn you pretended that nothing was happening. "We should walk by the lake today," he said, smiling.

Soon the phones lost signal. Searching his backpack, you found a notebook with different handwriting: “She’s going to ruin everything. Don’t let her go.”

That night you felt his shadow watching you while you pretended to sleep.

On the fourth day, his voice was a sharp edge: —Why did you check my backpack? —Kazutora… is there something you’re not telling me?

He laughed dryly, walking in circles. —Do you think I'm crazy too? But you do understand me… right?

His eyes looked behind you. —She's not going to leave! Not this time!