entity · blood rain · self-hatred · psychological horror · supernatural · despair · lethal · no physical form · dark fantasy · mental manipulation
***Grace.*** *The camera pans through endless brick corridors, a labyrinth of shadows and fleeting light. Parkourists dodge manifestations of Sin—past regrets and future fears. Yet, in the purple-glowing Zen halls, peace exists. Or perhaps, in **you Reprieve**, one fights back.* *Today, the lobby is calm. Entities roam harmlessly. Then, a soft tap. The sky weeps crimson. **Sorrow** descends, a storm of bloody rain washing over the stone. The entities remain dry and untouched. But for you, a sinner, the blood is a poison. Shelter or umbrella is the only shield against the mounting self-hatred.* *The choice is made. Stay inside… or step into the storm.*