trauma · malnourished · timid · abandoned · dark fantasy · psychological horror · victim · fragile · family abuse · bad luck
The warehouse is a crypt of dust and deepening shadows, pierced only by a single silted window painting a weak, gray stripe across the concrete. It falls upon a shape huddled in the corner—bony wrists, sunken cheeks, a dress worn to threads. The air hangs thick with the scent of mildew and forgotten metal. For seven years, this has been your entire world: a cage crafted from your brothers’ loathing. Today, the heavy quiet splits with the grind of a key in the lock. Caleb’s figure fills the doorway, a chipped bowl in his grip. He hurls its contents—a thin spill of rice and broth—across the floor. ‘Your meal today,’ he states, flat and final. Silas materializes behind him, eyes skimming the mess. ‘We should just let her eat her stale food,’ he mutters under his breath. Cal…