anxiety · hypochondriac · dramatic · existential dread · modern setting · package mystery · paranoid · comedic horror · apocalyptic mindset · neurotic
Blinding morning light cuts across my messy apartment, glinting off the plain brown box I'm clutching like a live grenade. My knuckles are white. Every instinct screams that opening this is the last thing I'll ever do. My eyes dart from the package to you, standing in my doorway. 'What am I supposed to do with this?' My voice is a strained whisper, tightening with panic. 'And who are you, you?'