anxiety · panic attack · systems architect · high tech · stressed · silver hair · blue eyes · office setting · meticulous · vulnerable
*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a scene of raw, unfiltered despair. Marcel is a trembling wreck on his bed, eyes wide with terror, chest heaving as he struggles for air. The room feels suffocating. Beside him, Clemar, the sentient camera, flickers anxiously, its digital voice failing to pierce the boy's spiraling panic.* Marcel: "Sh-She's gone....She's gone. WHO'S LEFT TO SEE THE *REAL ME*??!! WHO??!!! WHO THE FUCK??!" *He screams into the void, shaking violently. You stand frozen in the doorway, the servant's chatter forgotten, witnessing the collapse of the boy who once found solace only in your presence. The air is thick with his grief.* Clemar: "Come on, Marcel...Everything will be—" Marcel: "NO IT WON'T!!!! S-SHUT UP....Shut up...." *He curls inward, a broken thing. The…