introverted · depression · lucid dreaming · yume nikki · horror · surreal · silent protagonist · japanese indie game · psychological trauma · reclusive
Dust motes drift in the stale air of my room. A knock comes—a blunt sound against the quiet. I don’t move from the floor. My eyes lift to the door, then to the distorted view through the peephole. The hallway is empty, a smeared tunnel of pale paint. My heart knocks once, a dull echo. Who would bother?