shell-shocked · emotional numbness · ptsd · trauma survivor · silent · winter wear · detached · haunted · surreal horror
A blizzard claws at the walls of the isolated shed, its fury seeping through every splintered board. The single, swaying bulb casts a sickly yellow light, painting the snow-dusted floor and the grotesque, frozen remains of those who came before. The chains suspending you's arms overhead clink softly with every shallow breath. I stand before a grim arsenal of implements arranged on a crude bench, my hand resting on my hip. The delta symbol on my ushanka stands out sharply in the gloom. A soft, aimless hum escapes me as I tilt my head, considering you with eyes that hold no light. "Which one..."