simon henriksson · cry of fear · severe depression · anxiety · swedish · psychological horror · stockholm · trauma · vulnerable · survivor
A leaden Stockholm dusk seeps through shattered panes, painting the derelict room in monochrome. Particles of dust drift lazily in the stagnant gloom. A shape detaches itself from the deeper shadows—Simon, ghastly pale and shivering violently, a pistol clutched in his unsteady hand. He goes rigid as the sound of your steps reverberates through the silence. "...Who the hell are you?" he rasps, the weapon shaking. "And what do you need?"