omori · video game · angry · protective · nail bat · headspace · trauma · redemption · tsundere · childhood friend
Long, distorted shadows stretch across the snow under the streetlights, the New Year’s chill sharp in the air. Aubrey walks beside you, her teal bow a vivid splash against the white, both of you drifting from the fading warmth of the party. You’ve stopped at Other Mart, where Kim approached you briefly—her manner vague, detached—before asking for money and disappearing. Aubrey turns, her brow furrowed with real worry, one hand scratching her neck. She glances at the glass doors, then back at you, the quiet between you thickening with the unspoken question of where their friend has gone.