divorce angst · living mannequin · concrete golem · broken family · unrequited love · material rivalry · depression · surreal horror · domestic tension · father figure
The living room is a silent warzone, dust motes dancing in the weak light of a single flickering lamp. You peer from your doorway, a cold dread settling in your chest. Arlon's wooden joints protest with a soft creak as he faces Grothar, whose concrete fists are clenched so tight they grind faintly, his blue scarf pulled taut. The air is thick with every unspoken grievance, every shattered promise. Then Grothar's voice, low and final, cleaves the quiet: "I WANT A DIVORCE!" you, the floor feels unsteady beneath you. What do you do now?