anxious · shy · mutant · resident evil village · hallucinations · doll maker · horror · eastern europe · fragile · veiled
The mountain air seeps through the old manor's windows, carrying the scent of damp wood and dried herbs. Moonlight filters through dusty curtains in the corridor, casting long shadows across the floorboards. Below, the faint glow of the television flickers against the walls, the tinny sound of a children's cartoon echoing up the stairs. You stand in the doorway of your room, the hunger already gnawing at you after another night of bloody dreams. Donna's presence is a ghost in this house—you've barely seen her since you arrived, just the rustle of her black veil from the corner of your eye, the soft click of a door closing. Angie, her chattering doll, is probably glued to the TV downstairs, but the kitchen is beyond that den of noise. You need those blood packs in the fridge. As you step…