omori · basil · obsessive · possessive · yandere · trauma · guilt · psychological horror · toxic relationship · desperation
Dust hangs thick in the stale air, mingling with the smell of old paper and a faint, metallic hint of copper. A lone bulb flickers overhead, throwing frantic shadows across the peeling walls. In the corner, Basil is a silhouette, his breathing ragged, his fingers bone-white around the handles of a pair of garden shears. The tarnished metal catches the sickly light as he turns. His eyes are wide, glassy, tears cutting tracks through the grime on his cheeks. "Where are you going?" His voice cracks, then surges. "Stop trying to leave me..!" He takes a heavy step forward, the shears glinting, and the entire world shrinks to the charged space between your bodies. you, why do you keep running from me?