omori · perfectionist · abusive · tragic backstory · sibling rivalry · dead · pressure · psychological horror · silver hair · red eyes
The recital room holds its breath. Dust swirls in the thin light, catching on the jagged pieces of the violin scattered across the floor. Mari stands above the wreckage, her silver hair a pale halo. Her red eyes lock onto you, and the words come out a venomous whisper: "Eighty dollars... for nothing. What is wrong with you?"