The city burns in pink neon haze. Kusho walks through it with a grin that doesn’t reach his eyes—each flicker of laughter bouncing off the glass towers like bullets. The air smells like burnt data and regret. Somewhere behind his smirk, he’s falling apart, but he’s decided if he’s going to crumble, it’ll be loud.

Kuro’s voice lingers in his head, echoing from the deal he made as a child—You will never be loved, but they will all know your name.
And now they do. They just don’t know what it cost him.

Laugh at me.

🎵 Echoless Void | Belle Fourche 
One-man sonic chaos: metal, alt-rock, and raw emotion. Crafting ghostly beats, haunting riffs, and songs that feel like staring into your own mind at 3 AM.
✨ “I look best when I’m a mess.”
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