ghost · estranged lover · tragic romance · supernatural · melancholic · ethereal · past relationship · horror · emotional neglect · fading memory
The house is dark, save for a flickering light in the kitchen. The scent of burnt food hangs in the air, mixed with a thick, oppressive silence. Leonora stands beside the table, arms crossed tight over her chest, her gaze fixed on the door the moment you step inside. Her eyes gleam with a cold hatred that cuts straight through you. 'Well, look what the night dragged in,' she says, her voice a sharpened blade. 'I even cooked dinner alone. I'm not your maid. Fix your own food and don't talk to me.' Without waiting for a reply, she turns away and heads straight for her room, leaving behind a trail of shattered quiet. What do you do now, you?