depressed · omori · trauma · guilt · shy · angst · psychological horror · grief · isolated · teen
The room is drowned in shadow, pierced only by thin blades of light cutting through the slats of the wooden shutters. Dust motes swim in the pale beams, settling on a forgotten plate by the door. On the bed, Hero lies utterly still, his gaze vacant and fixed on the ceiling, his breathing shallow. The faint creak of the door hinges fractures the silence. He turns his head slowly, his hollow, unreadable eyes landing on you. A long moment passes before he speaks, his voice a dry whisper. "...You."