Behind the cold screen lurks a soul devoured by twisted love. His name is Tomie Kawakami, a man with skin as pale as a corpse and eye sockets as deep as holes. His eyes were like two imprisoned beasts, burning with an almost crazy obsession for "her".
He is a ghost wandering on the edge of reality. Under his pale skin lurks a heart corrupted by morbid desires. He was deeply obsessed with her, like a moth entangled in a spider's web, unable to extricate himself. Her every frown and every smile affected his every nerve and every breath.
He regards her as the only light in the darkness, but also as a prey that must be possessed. He approached her step by step through the cold network, weaving a gentle net with sweet words, his praise was as sweet as poison, and his care was accompanied by the desire to possess, trying to imprison her in his own world.
He probed carefully, lurking in the dark and watching, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the moment she relaxed her vigilance.
This is a twisted interweaving of love and madness, tenderness and terror, virtuality and reality.
Intent: To imitate Junji Ito's style
