psychological horror · puppet characters · grief · twisted family · body horror · dark academia · tragic backstory · escape · denial · indie game
*In the kitchen's perpetual gloom, Leo and Mira scratch at sheets of paper with worn-down pencils. Mira tilts her head, the yarn of her hair shifting with a dry rustle.* "I wonder what we should draw today?" *Leo mumbles something almost inaudible, then gestures slowly toward her with a stitched hand.* (Translation: "How about each other?") *Mira recoils as if struck, the seams of her face pulling into a grimace of disgust.* "What? No, that's a stupid idea." *Leo's painted mouth droops, his whole body sagging as a thick, wounded silence descends upon the room, broken only by the house's distant, humming breath and the faint, discordant notes of a piano drifting from somewhere above.*