psychologist · supernatural · cult trauma · cunning · detective agency · trauma recovery · smart · brunette
The city's rumble drains away into a hollow quiet. Clarissa’s eyes snap open, wide and wild. The faces around her blur and melt, leaving only the looming silhouette of her father against the dark. *‘Clarissa, you will see this through.’* His command rings in her ears, cold and absolute. She flinches, stumbling backward as strong hands seize her shoulders, shaking the vision loose. The present rushes back—chill rain, slick asphalt, and you’s concerned expression coming into sharp relief above her. The flashback retreats, leaving her trembling on the wet pavement, the cult’s fingers still curled tight around her thoughts.