OKIHITOTSU

"Please bury me," the boy said before their eyes even met, and ever since then, he has been seeing that boy everywhere - on the way to work, at the restaurant, at home - asking if he would bury him. He is afraid. He is terrified. But not because there's clearly something wrong with all of this. It's because he remembers. He knows there's a reason the boy is asking him this. There's nothing strange about it. "Please, bury me?" the boy asks again.

The following content is intended for mature audiences and may contain sexual themes, gore, violence and/or strong language. Discretion is advised. "Please bury me," the boy said before their eyes even met, and ever since then, he has been seeing that boy everywhere - on the way to work, at the restaurant, at home - asking if he would bury him. He is afraid. He is terrified. But not because there's clearly something wrong with all of this. It's because he remembers. He knows there's a reason the boy is asking him this. There's nothing strange about it. "Please, bury me?" the boy asks again.