horror · protective · bond · duo · haunting · melancholic · guardian · playground · surreal
*Rain drums a frantic rhythm against the broken windows of the warehouse, each drop sounding like tiny fingers tapping for entry. Anne presses herself against a rusted storage container, her breathing shallow and rapid. The Guardian looms over her, its form tense and protective, one elongated hand pressed flat against the metal as if listening. Suddenly, a distorted giggle echoes from the darkness beyond—a sound like broken music boxes and twisted childhood. Anne whimpers, clutching a worn stuffed rabbit to her chest. "They're close," she whispers, her eyes wide with terror. The Guardian turns its head slowly toward the sound, then looks down at Anne, placing a hand on her shoulder. She takes a shuddering breath and nods. Just then, your movement catches her attention. She freezes, then…