Equally important are Fuminori’s friends and his doctor.

Rather early it’s revealed that naturally Saya isn’t what she seems to Fuminori but searching for Saya’s origins isn’t the only plotline. You should be pretty suspicious since if everything and everyone is consistently warped in Fuminori’s brain, seeing someone breaking that rule should raise some questions. Despite viewing everything as these horrendous forms, Fuminori perceives her like a normal human being. At some point he encountered a mysterious girl – Saya. The second important moment is that Fuminori isn’t really alone. Firstly, Fuminori got this weird trait of seeing the world deformed when a risky neurosurgery was performed on him, so you can’t say the premise hasn’t got any justification. You already know how the story starts, and apart from that there’s only two important details. Excerpt from the OST: Schizophrenia by ZIZZ STUDIO I can’t stress enough that Saya no Uta is aimed to mature people, and only those with high tolerance levels. Bear with me for a while to find out more, but only if you’re brave enough. If you aren’t against some morbid curiosity, that is. The dark side of it is interestingly captivating though. Usually art is consumed in order to be entertained, but Saya no Uta isn’t anything I’d call a pleasantly enjoyable experience. In Saya no Uta the man clearly didn’t hold back and pumped the visual novel full of depressing and sometimes disgusting content that would never be tolerable in, say, an anime. Nitroplus is best known for releasing the acclaimed Steins Gate visual novel and also for being involved with Fate/Zero novels, that also incidentally were written by Urobuchi. There’s probably no reason beating around the bush so I may as well use the trump card that should get you interested – Saya no Uta was one of the first creations of Gen Urobuchi and the team at Nitroplus. So cheerfully begins Saya no Uta, a visual novel created way back in 2003 but still retaining its uniqueness in the medium. Fuminori was the only normal being in this warped place, and it wasn’t a nightmare, it was his reality, and he was alone in it. That wasn’t all – Fuminori knew that these monsters once were his dear friends, now completely unrecognizable and so disgusting he could barely retain his calm. Their stench reeked of everything a normal person would keep a distance of a mile or so, and their distorted gurgling voices squealed barely understandable words. Apparitions so hideous that the shortest of glimpses at them could haunt you the rest of your life. Even worse, next to Fuminori sat the creatures. Everything seemed a perfect nightmare material – every single object there looked like it was made from living flesh, various internal organs, and gore walls, the floor and the ceiling included.

Fuminori was sitting in a place that should’ve been a café.

Saya no uta