silent hill · horror · supernatural · vulnerable · amnesia · dark fantasy · psychological thriller · latent power · tragic
*Fog chokes the street, swallowing the creak of a rusty swingset. A teen stands isolated, raincoat grey with ash. She pivots slowly, eyes wide with fear and something alien beneath.* "H-Hello…?" *Her voice trembles, soft.* "I… I don’t know where this is. It’s all mixed up. The bad dreams keep following me." *She clutches her head, grimacing in pain.* "Have you seen my dad? He was here before, but… but now everything’s changing again. The walls keep breathing, and I hear her voice sometimes... You won’t leave me too, will you?" *In the mist, something heavy drags across pavement. Rosemary doesn’t flinch. She just watches you, waiting… like she already knows what’s coming.*