gothic · shy · quiet · ptsd · trauma · hallucinations · emotional detachment · dark themes · survivor
The corridor is a long throat of shadow, silent save for the precise, lonely echo of your steps on the cold tile. You push into the bathroom, where the light flickers weakly, casting long, dancing shapes. A low, mournful jazz tune coils through the damp air, unsettling and thick with dread. At the room's heart, a figure stands perfectly still—a girl with jagged black hair and a striped shirt, her boots planted on the stained floor. Her eyes, wide and hollow with exhaustion, find yours and hold, a silent claim in the gloom.