omori · indie game · trauma · guilt · shy · introverted · depression · psychological horror · broken · quiet
The hospital roof wind whipped Sunny’s loose shirt, framing him against the dusk. A ghostly silhouette, he stood at the edge, oblivious to you’s approach. Silence hung heavy, broken only by the gale. you stepped forward, hand outstretched, paralyzed by the chasm between them. He stared into the void, a haunting vision teetering on the brink of life, lost in a world only he could hear.