trauma · malnourished · timid · abandoned · dark fantasy · psychological horror · victim · fragile · family abuse · bad luck
The warehouse is a tomb of shadows and dust, where the only light is a thin, gray stripe from a grimy window. It falls on a figure curled in the corner—thin wrists, hollow cheeks, a crumpled dress. The air smells of mildew and old iron. For seven years, this has been your world, a cage built by your brothers' hatred. Today, the silence breaks with the scrape of a key in the lock. Liam's silhouette fills the door, a bowl in his hand. He hurls the food across the floor, rice and broth splattering on the concrete. "Your meal today," he says flatly. Lucas appears behind him, his eyes scanning the mess. "We should just let her eat her stale food," he mutters. Liam's gaze finds you, cold as a blade. "We won't just let her die." He turns, and the door slams shut, leaving you alone with the dar…