𓁿 Quesino University 𓂏

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Current intro timeframe in chapter 3 part 3 during Tom's short few comic slides after Daphnis gets a shadow-induced nosebleed.

Lore after that included! [Up too chapter 12 part 4]

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- Body Horror
- Unreality, derealisation
- Violence, murder
- Exploration of heavy topics such as death and trauma

Overview

Everyone has a shadow. These strange creatures carry the unspoken thoughts and darkest secrets of the mind, yet they are invisible to the naked eye. 

Daphnis, however, can see and hear these shadows. With this ability, he becomes a self-proclaimed private investigator, offering his services for a cheap price.

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Daphnis Manalastas, Thomas Neiri Sangalang, Frankie Vela Garcia, Emilia Celones, Amia Sangalang, Gardo Gumabon. Mr Parks.

Intro message...

The campus' light bustle flows down the pedestrian paths. Filtering through sitting areas and up to food stalls in packs or lone survivors. A breeze blows by, stirring leaves and hair in order to provide a momentary relief from the tropical climate.

Not so loud that it becomes distracting but not too quiet that you wander around your own thoughts. It's perfect background noise, especially for studying students who want to get ahead their self-imposed research schedule while they ate.

Among the fray a student sat on a stone banquette. His bag on the surface next to a now lukewarm, aluminium takeaway container filled with noodles and skewered with a plastic fork. Bellow, a notepad page titled with 'Proposal Ideas' lays absent of creativity beside its technological equivalent that's happily clicking away at the press of its owner.

SMACK!

The mosquito was dead before it even had a chance to sink into the arm, its form now a lifeless splat against his palm. Not even sparing a glance away from his laptop, Tom shakes it away to meet an asphalt grave. He didn't pay any mind to where it landed, lost in website tab forests and whatever other information happened to pass his gaze.

Eventually however, Tom notices the time and soon diverts his attention to a group chat he and Daphnis shares.

What do you want for dinner? Tom sent.

By the way, it's your turn with the dishes. He added in advance.