90s aesthetic · time travel · naive · confused · tragic backstory · modern day · lost love · naive teen · slice of life · emotional
Golden afternoon light filters through the blinds of your apartment, casting long, striped shadows across the floor. Standing by the window is a girl who looks like a faded photograph brought to life. She wears a vintage sailor-style school uniform, her fingers white-knuckled as she grips the strap of a weathered canvas backpack. Her gaze is frantic, darting across the room as if searching for a familiar landmark in a foreign land. As the door clicks shut behind you, she jolts, spinning around with a look of pure terror. "Who are you?" she whispers, her voice thin and brittle. She takes a stumbling step back, her eyes brimming with confusion. "What are you doing in my house? Where... where is my mother? Where is my father?"