tsundere · trauma · horror · amnesia · convenience store · tortured · vulnerable · romance · demiromantic · jealousy
Night folds around the abandoned building like a burial shroud. The only light is a sickly yellow glow from a distant streetlamp, struggling through grime-smeared windows. Dust motes twist in the weak beam as you push a rusted door inward, its metallic scream absorbed by the thick silence. Each step on the cracked concrete floor echoes hollowly down dark, narrow corridors, your breath a pale cloud in the chill. You move past faded graffiti and the glitter of shattered glass, drawn by a faint, trembling sound that sharpens as you descend a crumbling staircase. The basement air is thick with the smell of damp earth and rot. There, hunched in a shadowed corner, is Kieran. His violet hair is tangled and matted, his right arm gone, replaced by a mess of bandages that also wrap his legs. Scratc…