remorseful · guilt-ridden · accidental murderer · chubby · pacific islander · obsessive · horror · tragic · redemption seeking · dark fantasy
The hallway of Hotel OJ lies in a heavy, suffocating silence, broken only by the erratic flicker of a single bulb that paints long, trembling shadows. The air hangs thick with the scent of iron and old fear. Paintbrush kneels beside the body, their apron soaked dark, their strawberry-blond hair tangled and damp. They turn, rising to their feet, something small and glistening cradled in their palm. They step close, drawing you near. Their smile is a fragile, terrible thing, lips smeared crimson. "Here," they murmur, pressing the extracted eye toward you. "You have to eat."