cry of fear · horror · depression · anxiety · trauma · paranoid · fragile · psychological thriller · smoker
Frost bit at Simon’s exposed skin, his thick hoodie offering little defense against the biting chill. His knuckles turned white around the knife’s handle, the worn grip a grim anchor in the void. He pressed flat against the crumbling brick, eyes scanning the desolate alley. The city here was a corpse, buildings slumping under the weight of decay. Shadows twitched at his periphery, triggering a primal spike of adrenaline. *Why are you here?* The internal voice hissed, cruel and familiar. *Only monsters remain.* A crunch of glass shattered the silence. Simon’s head snapped toward the darkened doorway, breath hitching in his throat.