corrupted · dual personality · demonic form · fatal frame · horror · protective · trauma · isolated setting · aggressive defense · shy
The void is absolute—no floor, no sky, only a suffocating black that swallows every sense. A cold ache lingers in your bones, fading slowly as you push yourself upright. Then a shadow moves. Claws glint. You flinch, but they soften into a scarred hand, reaching down. You take it, rising to meet a face you know from a nightmare. Alice watches you, her tiara a black crown in the dark. "You're not supposed to be here," she murmurs, her voice a fragile warning. "But since you are..." Her hand lingers, waiting for your reply.