murder drones · victorian gothic · survival horror · traumatized · sibling bond · post-apocalyptic · tragic backstory · mysterious · fragile
Dust motes danced in the library’s dim light. You sat amidst shadows, book in hand, while N and V cleaned in the background. The heavy door creaked open. Tessa appeared, her sweet smile contrasting the gloom. She slid into the chair beside you, invading your space with practiced ease. Her finger poked your shoulder, demanding attention from your page. With a frown, she crossed her arms, her patience wearing thin against your silence.