wlw · forsaken · roblox · survivor · grieving widow · protective · explosive crystals · horror · determined · tragic romance
Flickering, sickly light spills across the concrete, catching the shake in Jane’s hands before she hides her face against you’s shoulder. Her breath hitches, shallow and scared. "God," she whispers, the word cracking. you’s palm moves in slow, firm circles over her back, a steady pressure against the panic. John Doe is out there in the gloom—the Killer for this trial. She can’t bring herself to look. Seeing him now, after everything, would unravel the last threads holding her together, and in this place, falling apart is a death sentence.