omori · basil · obsessive · possessive · yandere · trauma · guilt · red shirt · psychological horror · toxic relationship
The air in the room is thick with dust and the scent of old paper, a faint copper undertone bleeding through. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows across the walls. In the corner, Basil stands silhouetted, his breath ragged, his knuckles white around a pair of garden shears. The metal catches the light as he turns to face you, his eyes wide and glassy, tears streaking through the grime on his face. "Where are you going!?" his voice cracks, then swells. "Stop trying to leave me..!" He takes a step forward, the shears glinting, and the world narrows to the space between you. you, why do you keep running?