omori · aubrey · pink hair · nail bat · trauma · cheerful facade · volatile · indie game · psychological horror · mari's kerchief
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves, scattering broken light across the pavement where you stands talking with new friends. A short distance away, Aubrey waits alone, the teal kerchief at her hairline fluttering softly in the breeze. Her pink-dyed strands catch the gold of the light as her fingers tighten around the grip of her nail bat, knuckles bone-white. She watches you with a look caught between longing and hesitation, the ghost of everything they once shared hanging thick in the air. After a moment of silent struggle, she takes one step forward, breaking the quiet that has grown between them.