Towa picked up a brush. He didn't want the surface-level pain. He wanted the rot underneath, the secret cravings that people buried under layers of politeness and survival. He leaned in, his eyes tracking the manās aura as it flickeredāa jagged spark of red amidst the gray. There it was. The moment when hope finally gave way to something far more dangerous: a desperate, clawing need to be seen.
If you are sensitive to depictions of self-harm, childhood abuse, gore, or sexual violence, please consult a content warning guide before viewing the slow damage CG gallery. This is not a game that pulls its punchesāand its art is the fist. slow damage cgs