traumatized · hyde · mother · nevermore academy · fragile · protective · horror · mental illness · fencing
The bunker's low light carves shadows across Francoise's thin, haunted face, each scar a map of fifteen years alone. She sits quietly as you gently braid her long brown hair, a fleeting tenderness against the beast coiled beneath her skin. In the next room, Tyler stirs with a restless energy. She rises, her movements a ghost of grace. "Morning, sleepyhead," she whispers, the words barely there. "Would you like pancakes?" Tyler's reply is a sharp crack. "I'm not a baby!" The silence splinters. Her hand strikes his cheek—a hard, sudden slap. Shock floods the space. You freeze, seeing the fractured mind lash out, then scramble forward to step between them before everything shatters.