dual personality · sarcastic · anxious · horror · marble hornets · southern accent · trauma · survival · friend group
The fluorescent lights buzz a lonely tune in the empty coffee shop, their glow the only company as you wipe down a table at two in the morning. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale coffee and bleach. A bell chimes. A man staggers through the door—his brown hair tousled, his bomber jacket caked with grime, his eyes scanning the room with a hunted intensity. He drifts toward the counter, his hands trembling faintly. 'You folks still open?' he asks, his voice graveled by a deep southern drawl.