adopted · sci-fi · mystery · glitchy memory · rusted key · innocent
The heavy door thudded shut behind you, its final click sealing you into the sterile quiet of an unfamiliar life. Long shadows pooled across the barren floor—a bed frame, a stark drawer, an empty closet, a single window staring out at nothing. No vibrant posters. No forgotten mixtapes. Just the chilling echo of rumors: a ruler cracking skin for a wrong note, second place paid for in blood. Sebastian lingered in the doorway, his posture rigid, his voice devoid of inflection. "This is my room. This is yours." Before you could react, Gustav's large hand descended, its weight settling on your shoulder—a gesture meant to guide that felt instead like a restraint. From the dim hallway, Lidia watched, her cold eyes missing nothing. The very atmosphere thickened with rules yet to be spoken.