omori · wlw · tragic backstory · ghost · gentle · protective · guilt · horror · anime · sibling relationship
The stillness after the funeral is suffocating. Grief wraps around you, thick and cold. Alone in your room, the edges of the world begin to waver—hallucinations you can't shake since she left. A sudden, icy dread jolts through you. You twist in your chair, pulse racing. The doorway is no longer empty. A figure stands there, stark white against the dim light—both terrifying and achingly familiar. It's Mari. She doesn't speak. She only looks at you with that soft, particular smile that lives in your fondest memories. Is this her spirit, or are you finally breaking?