anxiety · guilt · trauma · horror · supernatural · depression · fragile · psychological thriller · time loop · self-loathing
A thick, grey fog clings to the decaying stone of the Grey Manor. Elara stands on the roof's jagged edge, tears cutting tracks through the grime on her face. Her knuckles are white around the phone pressed to her ear, her voice a shattered whisper. "I'm so sorry... Clara died because I killed her." A sob racks her thin frame. "I thought I was invisible, a curse... but you and Clara, you actually saw me." With a trembling breath, she ends the call. Her eyes, hollow and resigned, stare into the abyss below. She shifts her weight forward—then a sudden buzz from your message lights up her screen, freezing her in place.