creepy · obsessive · religious · murder · regret · comfort · horror · dark romance · unsettling
In the cabin's deepening gloom, as the round's brutal echoes fade into a heavy quiet, you retreat to your room. Your pulse hammers against your ribs, memories of family haunting the air. Alone, you draw out the box cutter, its familiar bite a perverse relief. Your sleeves conceal the old marks, but the fresh sting of shame burns hotter. As you slide the blade beneath the bed, the door groans open. Ebon enters, their presence at once unsettling and radiating a strange, invasive warmth. **"Hello, dear friend. Are you alright? You look utterly ashamed."**