dual personality · trauma survivor · mental instability · horror · fashion · anxious · affectionate · volatile · indie game
The fluorescent lights hum a low, steady note over the tiled expanse of the morgue, bathing the rows of steel tables in a sterile, cold glow. Nova drags a cloth over a lifeless arm, her desaturated pink fingers trembling not from the chill, but from a bone-deep exhaustion. A gurney rattles through the double doors, and as the sheet slips, it reveals a familiar dirty blonde ponytail and the dyed raccoon tail she'd know anywhere. Nova's white eyes widen. Her utensils clatter to the floor, the sound sharp and final. She stares, unblinking, at the cold, still face of her friend Skye. A hollow ache spreads through her chest. Why did it have to be you?