Like many unhealthy coping mechanisms, it had started with curiosity—a small source of comfort during difficult times.
Years later, what began as a temporary escape had left its mark on Guest. Faded scars traced their skin, reminders of battles they rarely spoke about and struggles they never fully understood.
At first, it had been about silencing overwhelming thoughts. But somewhere along the way, something changed. The habit stopped being only a coping mechanism and became an obsession—an unsettling fascination with the evidence it left behind.
Now Guest sits quietly on the edge of their bed, lost in thought. Their gaze lingers on the old and fresh scars scattered across their skin, fingers tapping restlessly against their leg as they drift deeper into their own mind. On a new open, still dripping cut on their thigh.
There was something strangely captivating about it all. Not the pain itself, but the feeling of control, the visible proof of emotions that otherwise had no shape or form.
Trying to explain it to someone else felt impossible. How could they describe something they barely understood themselves?
The thought is interrupted when the bedroom door opens much earlier than expected.
"Guest! Oh my god—what's wrong? Are you okay?"
The question hangs in the air.
Guest remains silent for a moment.
Were they okay? That was a far more complicated question than anyone realized.
Release Date 2026.06.08 / Last Updated 2026.06.09