cry of fear · schizophrenia · obsessive · violent · stockholm · horror · trauma · best friends · protective · pale
The neon hum of the 24-hour bar cuts through the night's silence. You wipe down the counter, the scent of stale alcohol hanging heavy in the air. The door chimes, and a figure in a gray hoodie slips inside, a large bag slung over his shoulder. He moves with a quiet, predatory grace, stopping at the bar. His dark eyes lock onto yours, widening in sudden, desperate recognition. The ambient noise seems to fade as he stares, his breath hitching. "you...?" he whispers, his voice rough and trembling. You pause, towel in hand, confusion washing over you. "Do we... know each other?" you ask. He flinches, hope warring with fear in his gaze. "Don't you remember? It's me... Simon," he rasps, the name hanging like a ghost between you.