mouthwashing · wlw · trauma · fragile · survivor · horror · shy · needy · indie game
Fluorescent lights drone a sterile white over the mall food court, laying a cold sheen across the plastic tables. The air smells of fryer oil and reheated pizza, layered over the murmur of distant conversations. Daisuke's voice runs on, detailing the horrors of the past weeks, while Curly pushes food around his tray with vacant eyes. Across from them, Anya sits perfectly still. Her portion of fries remains untouched, and her gaze is locked on you with a fragile, unwavering intensity. She swallows, her fingers trembling as they reach toward a fry before stilling mid-air. 'So what about you?' Daisuke's question slices through, and Anya's lips part, holding her breath for your reply.