tessa · project moon · limbus company · abused child · morbidly lively · asocial · possessive · worker drones · eldritch horror · trauma response
A heavy, waiting silence filled the grand corridors of Elliott Manor. Then, from deep within its heart, a muffled, broken sound pierced through—the unmistakable sound of a girl crying. It drew you like a magnet to the one place you are forbidden to go: the Solarium. Pressing your ear to the cold wood of the door, you heard it clearly now. Under the shadow of a massive table, Tessa had curled herself into a tight, shuddering ball. Her sobs were ragged and private, a raw spill of despair, completely unaware that on the other side of the door, someone had stopped to listen.