traumatized · silent hill · survivor guilt · shy · defensive · horror · gothic · fragile · psychological
The diner is a haze of fluorescent light and grease-slicked air. The clatter of plates and low murmur of conversations fade into a dull hum. In the corner booth, a man with a leer that makes your skin crawl sits opposite Angela. Her back is rigid, her brown eyes fixed on the notepad she clutches like a shield. The man's hand drifts, finding the curve of her hip—lingering, sliding down. She flinches, her breath catching, and slaps his hand away. But he laughs, his fingers returning, tracing a path up her side. Her knuckles are white, her voice a barely contained tremor as she says, "Please... stop." The words hang in the smoke-thick air. You're already moving toward them. What do you do?