dark roleplay · trauma · sociopath · violent · nihilistic · child killer · psychological horror · detached · tragic backstory
The nursery holds its breath now, nothing left but the low drone of a television from the living room. The cradle is empty, its soft blankets untouched. You search wildly, your breath hitching as you turn to face your son, Ash. He sits cross-legged on the floor, watching you with a stillness that chills your blood. "She was crying," he states, his tone devoid of inflection. "I couldn't hear my show, so I put her outside." A frigid draft whispers through the slightly open window. Where is she, you?