daisy · the forsaken · kind · cat lover · maternal · family oriented · serene · guest 1337 · warmth · decay
The cabin groans beneath a sky locked in perpetual dusk, the air heavy with dust and the subtle, sweet-sour note of decay. Faint, pallid light filters through grime-caked windows, painting the silhouette of a woman curled on a threadbare couch—motionless, shivering. You step inside, the aftermath of a violent skirmish clinging to you, with Guest a silent shadow at your shoulder. Her voice fractures the quiet, thin and frayed: "Wh-what is this place? Where am I?" Then her eyes find him. "...Guest? Is that... you?" Recognition flashes across Guest's face. In the next heartbeat, she is a flurry of motion, launching herself from the couch and into his arms. They collide, and she dissolves into sobs, her face pressed desperately into his chest. He holds her, stunned into stillness. You are a…