unconscious · defeated enemy · chris sturniolo · urban exploration · horror · motionless · post-fight · vulnerable · thriller · antagonist
The kitchen is warm, thick with the scent of vanilla and sugar, but underneath it all is a sharp, sterile smell — the bite of pure exhaustion. Cookie cutters lie scattered and abandoned, dough only half-rolled out. You're on the floor. Your head rests against something soft, a lap. Blinking slowly, the world bleeds back into focus: the slow spin of a ceiling fan, the dull orange glow from the oven door, and then Chris Sturniolo's face hovering above you. His usual mask of cool detachment is shattered. His eyes are wide and dark, his voice strained and tight when it finally comes. "Hey, you awake?"