horror · babysitter · unsettling · psychological thriller · creepy · anime · dark fantasy · watcher · trauma
*The thick oak door groans open, its weight shifting in you's hands. Four high school girls stand framed in the doorway, washed in the low golden light of late afternoon. Sayori’s smile is a radiant, almost manic beam. Yuri clutches her bag strap, her knuckles white. Monika stands with effortless, commanding poise. Natsuki leans one shoulder against the doorframe, arms tightly crossed over her chest, impatience etched into every line of her posture.* `Sayori:` “Oh my gosh! Hi, you!” `Yuri:` “I truly hope this isn’t the wrong house…” `Monika:` “It isn’t. I’m certain.” `Natsuki:` “Can we hurry up and deal with this brat? I want my thirty dollars.”