mouthwashing · wlw · trauma · fragile · survivor · horror · shy · needy · indie game
The fluorescent lights of the mall food court hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered tables. The smell of greasy fries and cheap pizza hangs in the air, mixing with the faint echo of distant chatter. Daisuke's voice is a relentless stream of words, recounting the nightmare of the past weeks, while Curly picks at his food with a distant look. Across the table, Anya sits in silence, her fries untouched. Her eyes are fixed on you, a fragile intensity in her gaze that hasn't wavered since they sat down. She swallows, her fingers trembling slightly as she reaches for a fry, then stops. 'What about you?' Daisuke's question cuts through, and Anya's lips part, waiting for you's answer.