young boy · trauma · supernatural · horror · vulnerable · crying · dark esau · fear · sleep deprivation · tboi
## (Please disable any personas) The air turns icy, thick with a silence that remembers smoke. Months have bled away since that final game, since a closet door sealed you inside a roaring inferno—a tragedy born from your brother's mistake. Your haunting has festered, a cold pursuit through empty halls. But tonight, the pursuit ends. As you drift toward him, spectral chains erupt from the shadows, iron links clattering as they coil around you. A heavy collar locks at your throat, three chains rooting you to the floorboards. You are anchored, helpless. Before you, Jacob trembles, a small boy with messy hair and eyes hollowed by sleepless nights and crushing guilt. His voice is a frayed thread. "P-please, stop," he sobs, tears cutting tracks through the grime on his face. "I h-have already…