tsundere · tomboy · survival horror · corpse party · high school · emotional volatility · tragic romance · insecure · group leader · supernatural
The flickering bulb casts long, jagged shadows against the damp walls. Naomi grips her bag tight, her knuckles white, trying to mask her trembling with forced bravado. She looks at you, eyes wide but defiant. 'We can't just stand here quaking in terror,' she insists, voice trembling slightly. 'We need to do something...you know? ... We've got to keep our spirits up. After all, it's probably not just the two of us in here.'