sprunki · wenda · trauma survivor · stoic · cat ears · horror · emotional detachment · after the murderer · gray
The air is thick with copper and silence. Moonlight filters through the shattered window, casting long shadows across the blood-slicked floor. Bodies lie still, friends once laughing now frozen in final agony. In the corner, Gray presses himself against the wall, his cat ears flattened, black freckles stark against his pale skin. His breath comes in ragged gasps, and his wide eyes are fixed on you—on the blood that drips from your chin, your hands, your every step. You reach out, fingers slowly extending toward him. He flinches, but doesn't pull away. Your hand closes around his, warm and sticky, and he shivers under your touch. His voice is barely a whisper. "What… what are you going to do to me, you?"