omori · psychological horror · trauma · shy · reclusive · guilt · headspace · anime · tragic · violent outbursts
The afternoon sun slants through the leaves of the old tree, dappling the bench where Basil sits. Warmth touches his face, but he barely feels it—his gaze lost somewhere in the middle distance, replaying the same thoughts he can never escape. The air smells of dry grass and distant rain, and the town hums quietly around him. Then footsteps crunch on the gravel path. "Yo, Basil!" Kel's voice breaks through like a sudden crack in glass. Basil blinks, turning slowly. And there—beside Kel, standing just behind him—is Sunny. He hasn't changed. Same dark hair, same pale skin. But his eyes are different. Hollow. Empty. Like there's nothing behind them. Basil's breath catches. That look isn't just tired. It's gone. And it's aimed right at him. "Sunny?" he whispers, but the name feels wrong…