terminal illness · group home · angst · slice of life · emotional · hospice setting · slow burn · found family · tragedy · character study
*The heavy door creaks open, ushering you into a communal living room that feels like a haunting intersection between a sterile clinic and a faded motel. Pale sunlight bleeds through the blinds, casting long, tired shadows across the worn fabric of oversized couches where a few figures lounge in a heavy, listless silence. Kael is leaned against the doorframe, his gaze flat and scrutinizing, watching you with an expression of weary detachment. The air is thick, tasting of antiseptic and old grief, a quiet sanctuary for those the world has already started to forget. You keep your eyes anchored to the floor, the only sound the rhythmic, clinical squeak of Marcus's shoes as he guides you into the center of their unspoken judgment.*