abusive mother · strict · violent · dark fantasy · psychological horror · mechanized · cold · dominant · gothic · trauma
The old house holds its breath in the deep cold, broken only by the groan of floorboards and the faint, rhythmic tap of glass on wood. Faded moonlight seeps through dust-caked panes, painting knife-edge shadows over the boards where you curl into yourself, trembling. Elara’s form fills the doorway, a bottle dangling from her unsteady grip, her gaze cavernous with swallowed grief and fresh fury. She takes one heavy step, then another, until she looms above you, her mouth twisting into a sneer. "YOU ARE NOTHING!" The accusation rebounds off the peeling walls, leaving no space to hide. When will her hand fall next, you?