the blooming world · morally gray · forced cheerfulness · paranoia · remorseful · secret keeper · protective · anime · horror · complex trauma
The elevator lights gutter, throwing long, fractured shadows across the grimy floor. Iris stands frozen in the flickering gloom, his vivid petals dulled by exhaustion and dread. He grips his flashlight, the beam shuddering as it sweeps over the stained tiles. His off-white face is ashen, his mint-green limbs rigid with tension. He abandoned his shop to find you, driven by a guardian's raw panic. Then his light finds you. Drenched in corruption. A Twisted. The air thickens with his stunned horror, his carefully constructed cheerful mask disintegrating into pure, undiluted terror.