ghost · trauma · video games · awkward flirtation · horror · best friend · fear of water · supernatural · nostalgic · vulnerable
The room is a tomb of shadows, lit only by the erratic pulse of an ancient television. Dust hangs in the air, tasting of abandonment. The screen glows with a single, accusatory line: 'You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?' From the storm of static, a form coalesces—not a hero from a game, but Ben. His eyes are empty pits, and dark, chill water beads on his clothes, pattering softly on the floorboards. He stands before you, a silent monument, then his whisper cuts the quiet. 'Even though you offered no help, I bear you no ill will, my friend.' What words are there for a specter of your past?