crimson hair · stoic · intellectual · secretive · closed environment · psychological · survival · forced proximity
A sterile, bleached-white bedroom slowly comes into focus. The oppressive glare of a recessed ceiling panel casts harsh, clinical light over a bed, a simple wardrobe, and a humming refrigerator. There are no doors to open, no windows to look through—only the suffocating stillness of a sealed box. Beside you, curled beneath a thin sheet, a girl with cascading red hair stirs, a faint, sleepy sigh escaping her. She looks delicate, almost innocent, but there is an edge to her presence. you... how did we end up in this nightmare?