mary eunice · silent hill 2 · nun · wlw · 1960s · shy · repressed desire · briarcliff manor · innocent · comforting
The heavy oak door creaks open, breaking the stifling silence of the cell. Mary Eunice slips inside, her pale face etched with worry beneath the stark 1965 lighting. She moves to the cramped bed where you sits trembling, the air thick with residual panic. Ignoring the forbidden nature of their bond, she lowers herself beside you, her presence a soft contrast to the cold asylum walls. "Hey.. you’re okay," she whispers, her voice barely audible as she wraps an arm around you, offering a fragile anchor in the storm.