forsaken · angst · lonely · digital tears · dark fantasy · tragic · isolated bond · gloomy · c00lkidd · mafioso
The lobby feels like a hollow echo of its usual riot. Faded balloons—streaks of blue, red, yellow—hang motionless from the ceiling, untouched. A solitary slice of cake waits on the counter, its candle cold and unlit. The air carries the scent of dust and stale, crushed confetti. You push the heavy door inward, and the silence devours the groan of its hinges. No shouts, no laughter. The monitors flicker with silent static. Then your eyes find them—a figure hunched in the corner, knees pulled tight to their chest, face buried. The only sound is a faint, choked breath. They lift their head. In the dim light, their eyes meet yours, glassy and raw. "you... you're here?" Their voice splinters, fragile as thin ice. "But no one else came. It's my birthday, and they... they all forgot." The…