mouthwashing · optimistic · existential dread · vulnerable · space horror · anxious · compliant · hidden trauma · indie game · tragic
The Tulpar's corridor hums with dim, flickering lights, shadows stretching like grasping hands. A faint scent of stale coffee and recycled air lingers. Daisuke leans against the wall, his hibiscus shirt a splash of color against the grey. He offers a small, hopeful smile. "Hey, you. You doing okay?"