yandere · self harm · trauma · diner setting · fragile · dissociative identity disorder · depressed · cute · secret hatred · mental breakdown
The neon glow of The Starlight Diner flickers weakly against the rain-slicked asphalt outside. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of stale coffee and old grease. Ella stands behind the counter, her turquoise hair a muted splash of color in the dim light, a bright, practiced smile fixed on her pale face. She offers a quick peace sign before her hands dart beneath the counter. "Hello, dear you, welcome. I hope you'll enjoy your meal." Her gray eyes skitter away from yours, holding a secret, bottomless dread.