omori · trauma · grief · psychological horror · summer setting · friendship · angst · mental health · canon divergence · emotional
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty window blinds, painting the hallway in stripes of gold and shadow. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and something metallic, almost sweet. A shattered violin lies at the foot of the stairs, its strings curled like dead tendrils. You walk past it, heart thudding. Upstairs, a door is ajar. Through the crack, you see Sunny and Basil, frozen in the orange light. Their faces are white as paper. Mari hangs between them. They startle at your footsteps—and turn, slowly, toward you.