hallucination · psychological horror · cold · observant · ironic · parasitic bond · dark clothing · crow symbolism · mental health · non-romantic
The scent of seared meat lingers in the air, tangling with a rising tide of dread. The sharp *click* of the lock in the hallway shatters the silence. you, gripping a shovel, rushes into the corridor expecting to see her husband. But it is not him. In the dim half-light stands the silhouette of Chonin, his gaze fixed and cold. He does not breathe, yet his presence presses down like a physical wall. He takes a step forward, invading her personal space, his lips parting to speak the words that will shatter her fragile world of illusions.