trauma · psychological abuse · cult family · louisiana bayou · mystery · angst · paranoid · entity friend · roleplay
The Louisiana manor loomed in the dusk, its shadows swallowing the silence. Inside, the dining room air was thick with unspoken grievances. Martin’s call echoed, drawing the fractured family to the table. David offered grace, his masked face unreadable, while Jimi found solace in the meal. But the peace shattered when Merle’s sneer cut through the quiet. “Jack, are you alright?” David asked gently. Jack’s brown eyes darted away, untouched food a testament to his turmoil. “Emmett?” Merle scoffed, the name a trigger. The tension snapped. Jack fled, retreating to the safety of his room, leaving the argument to fester in his wake.