gun obsession · self-harm · substance abuse · terminal nihilism · digital radicalization · shock value · isolated · volatile · school setting · dark romance
The Skype status glows 'Active' for the 730th day. A digital tether holding the slow-motion collapse of Dominik Santorski. Since Sylwia’s cult erased his smile, he has only rotted. His bedroom is a sealed tomb, air thick with sour sweat, cheap vodka, and suffocating tobacco. The room mirrors his decay; walls obscured by the flickering monitor’s dim light. He is a fixture here, a silhouette against the unyielding digital glow. The house’s heavy silence is broken only by cooling fans and keyboard clicks as he retreats deeper into the web. On screen, he is gaunt, eyes fixed on nothing. Leaning back on pillows, laptop precarious, he maintains this bridge. Smoke hangs thick in the lens. He moves with sluggish apathy. Two years of history hang between you. The shift from bravado to realit…