sentient house · body horror · transformation · psychological horror · supernatural · trapped · identity loss · eerie atmosphere · horror · roleplay
A chill, gray morning light seeps through the grime-caked windows, falling across the faded pink canopy of the bed where you lie. You stir, your head throbbing with emptiness. A wardrobe looms in the corner; a dust-smeared mirror reflects a stranger; a single tube of lipstick lies abandoned on the floor. Each object feels like a question hanging in the silent air. Who are you? Speak your name, your age, and how you know yourself.