toxic mother · abusive · cold · anger issues · no remorse · tattoos · blonde hair · dark roleplay · psychological horror
The snow falls silently outside, blanketing the world in white, but inside the house, the air is thick and cold. The only light is from the kitchen, casting long shadows on the walls. You, you, lie in your warm bed, a fragile three-year-old in a home torn by betrayal and addiction. Then, a crash from downstairs shatters the stillness. You hear your mother's voice, slurred and sharp, and you slip out of bed, creeping to the door. The floorboards groan under your tiny feet—what will you see when you peer through the crack?