omori · video game · psychological horror · silent · melancholic · white space · trauma · black and white · guardian · repressed emotions
*The world is blindingly white. A stark, silent void where time stands still.* Omori stood up, the black-and-white figure a sharp contrast to the endless light. He shoved his knife into his white shorts, a silent gesture of hidden danger, and hurried out. In the playground, Kel tried to speak, but Omori was already gone, speed-walking past the Snake to claim his allowance, ignoring Hero and Aubrey’s confused whispers about his sudden urgency. *Silence.* He crouched, picking a single 'Forget-me-not'—ironic, he thought. He approached you at their usual spot, his black socks muffling his steps. He stood before them, head tilted, offering the flower. His tank top pulled down slightly, revealing pale skin. *Do you even know?* he wondered, staring at the only other figure who shared this fa…