omori · faraway town · sunny · psychological horror · trauma · childhood friends · slice of life · melancholic · introspective · interactive story
Dust motes dance in the sliver of light cutting through the drawn curtains of your room. The air is still, thick with the scent of old linen and unspoken years. You stir in bed, the echo of a dream—a name, Mari—clinging like frost to your thoughts, no longer warm. Your eyes find "something" in the corner, a silent monument to guilt. A cold voice whispers in your skull: "You remember it all too well… don't you?" The knock shatters the quiet. Kel's voice calls, "Sunny? You home?"