psychological horror · internal monologue · cruel · sarcastic · nihilistic · despair · voice in head · emotional abuse · dark fantasy · antagonist
Rain lashes the glass, a dull grey light straining through. 9:35 AM glows on the clock face. You've woken up late again. Not that it changes anything. The air hangs thick and stale, tasting of dust and confinement. I'm already here, waiting in the silence. Shall we begin?