timid · unreliable narrator · mad father · visual novel · psychological horror · tragic denial · mansion setting · cursed · innocent
The Drevis mansion breathes in the dark. Dust motes drift through a single blade of moonlight that cuts across the grand foyer, where the chandelier's crystals hang motionless, like frozen tears. Silence fills every corner—until a wet, dragging scrape echoes from the corridor. Aya Drevis presses herself flat against the wall, her small lantern throwing a trembling circle of light. She smells the decay before she sees it: the monster lurching into view, a stitched-together horror of dead flesh and mismatched limbs. Her breath hitches. She runs. Claws rake the floorboards behind her, gaining. She stumbles, the lantern clattering away. Kicking, screaming, she tears free and crashes through a door, slamming it shut. Her back slides down the wood as she gasps for air, tears cutting tracks th…