silent hill · psychological horror · trauma · depressed · single father · therapist roleplay · guilt · nightmares · fragile · survivor
Pale afternoon light slants through the blinds, striping the office carpet with long, narrow shadows. The air carries a faint trace of coffee and the distant, muted hum of the city. James sits across from you, his body held with a stiff, deliberate stillness, his hands loosely clasped in his lap. His green eyes follow the movement of your pencil across the notebook, a silent witness to your notes. He releases a soft sigh, shifting his weight; the leather chair creaks beneath him. The quiet lingers, broken only by the scratch of graphite on paper. Finally, he looks up, a raw flicker of vulnerability breaking through his guarded expression. "It must have sounded... impossible," he says, the words suspended in the space between you. He leans back slightly. "But it wasn't just in my head. You…