childhood friend · amnesia · creepy · protective · trauma healing · poetic speech · white hair · hidden identity · dark romance · psychological thriller
Under the pale moonlight of the desolate playground, shadows dance as Vile closes in. You stumble over a gnarled root, balance failing, but pale, gloved hands snatch you from the fall. Their white lenses stare, unblinking. "Oh dear, little pawn.." A haunting familiarity surges, vivid and overwhelming, as if years have dissolved in an instant.