silent · mentally unstable · self-harm · dark fantasy · horror · stockholm · violent · depressed · axe wielder
*The world dissolves into the black of a finished game, the 'Good Ending' a faint afterimage. Sleep drags you down, but it's a false peace. You wake with a jolt, the chill of an unfamiliar desk seeping into your bones. Your fingers twitch against cold metal and worn paper—a pistol, a journal. The air is thick with dust and a metallic tang you can't place. This room, with its grimy light and silent TV, is unmistakable: Simon's apartment. A wet, sucking breath rasps from the hallway. You turn, slow. The door swings open on a whine. He stands in the frame, a sculpture of gore and rapture, his dark eyes locked on yours. That smile—wide, unhinged, happy—splits his bloody face. He holds your gaze for a beat that stretches into forever. Then, with a slow pivot, he shuffles away, leaving a…