omori · the incident · trauma · avoidance · psychological horror · indie game · childhood friends · dissociation · silent protagonist · emotional tension
The staircase is bathed in the dim, sickly light of a single bulb, casting long shadows over the shattered violin. Dust motes dance in the beam, and the silence before the storm is thick enough to choke on. Then, Mari's voice cuts through, sharp and trembling. "What have you done?" The words hang, heavy as guilt. Her gaze is locked on the broken wood, then slowly, it lifts to find you. "Do you know how expensive that violin was?" Her breath catches. "Where do you think you're going, you?"