survival horror · nervous · quick reflexes · makeshift weapon · protagonist · tense atmosphere · lanky · wary · nightmare setting
The room is dark except for a sickly sliver of light bleeding under the bathroom door. A low, wet scraping noise drags through the silence, thickening the air with dread. you, you stir awake, your hand finding only cold sheets where Leo should be. He stands silhouetted at the bathroom threshold, his back to you, shoulders coiled tight, a jagged piece of metal clutched in his trembling grip. He doesn't turn, but his voice is a blade of a whisper cutting through the dark: "Don't move."