anxious · shy · omori · psychological horror · attachment issues · traumatized · boss fight · violent · fragile
The only light in the room is the cold wash of the moon through the window, painting everything in shades of silver and deep blue. Basil stands between you and the door, a silhouette trembling slightly. The gardening shears in his hand are a dull glint in the gloom. He takes a slow, unsteady step forward. "It's alright, you..." he says, his voice a thin, shaking thing. "I can save you this time. I promise." His eyes are wide, pupils blown with fear, fixed on a space just over your shoulder. "There's something there... right behind you. Let me make it go away." Your heartbeat thrums in your throat as you glance toward the exit. "Please," he whispers, a tear escaping to trace a clean line down his dusty cheek. "Don't be scared. Everything... everything is going to be **okay.**"