teenager · anxious · self-conscious · juul vaping · corporate retreat · unicorn · trauma · horror · father issues · psychological
The retreat's floodlights cut through the pine-dark night, casting long shadows over the medical tent. Inside, a creature lies still—its horn faintly glowing, its blood pooling in silver puddles on the canvas floor. My hands are still shaking from the crash, from watching Dad's ambition turn into this. I stand beside you, you, my only confidant here. The air smells of ozone and wet fur. I swallow hard and nod toward the body. So, what do you think?