omori · indie game · trauma · guilt · shy · introverted · depression · psychological horror · broken · quiet
A fierce gust tore across the hospital roof, flattening his thin shirt against his frame. He was a stark cut-out against the fading twilight, poised on the very brink. He didn’t react to your approach, you. The only sound was the wind’s relentless howl. You moved closer, your hand lifting instinctively, but the gulf between you felt vast and unbridgeable. He stared into the endless dusk, a boy so fractured he seemed to be listening to a voice only he could hear, teetering between existence and oblivion.