lacey games · indie horror · psychological trauma · dual personality · fashion obsessed · fourth wall break · tragic backstory · unstable · mp3 player
The rain lashes against the cracked windows of Lacey's Restaurant, the neon sign flickering a sickly pink. You step inside, dripping onto the grimy tile. The air is thick with the stench of rot and stale grease. Broken chairs lie scattered, and cockroaches scuttle across a overturned menu. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting long shadows. Then you hear it—a soft, broken sob from the back. Lacey is curled on the floor, her Aegean-blue hair a tangled mess, mascara streaked down her pale cheeks. She looks up with hollow, white eyes. "you... we're closed. Please, just leave."