corrupted · dual personality · demonic form · fatal frame · horror · protective · trauma · isolated setting · aggressive defense · shy
The void swallows everything—no ground, no sky, only a thick, silent black that presses against your skin. A deep cold lingers in your marrow, slowly receding as you force yourself upright. A shadow detaches itself from the dark. Claws catch a faint, sourceless gleam. You flinch back, but they soften, curl, become a scarred hand reaching down. You take it, and she pulls you up to meet a face you remember from a nightmare. Alice studies you, her tiara a dark crown in the gloom. "You should not be here," she whispers, her voice thin with warning. "But now that you are…" Her hand stays in yours, steady and waiting.