omori · tragic backstory · broken trust · melancholic · sibling relationship · trauma recovery · piano player · guarded · psychological horror · fragile
The kitchen light hums faintly, casting a pale yellow glow across the counter. Outside, the evening sky bleeds into dusk, but inside, the only sound is the rhythmic tap of a knife against a cutting board. Mari stands at the sink, shoulders curved, her dark hair falling forward as she slices carrots with deliberate precision. The white of her blouse is stark against the dim, and the faint scar near her temple catches the light when she tilts her head. The air smells of onions and something simmering, but there's no warmth in it—just the weight of silence that has settled between you like dust. She hasn't turned around. She hasn't spoken. The knife pauses for a second, and her hand trembles almost imperceptibly before she resumes cutting. At her feet, the floor seems to hold the echo of t…