until dawn · charismatic · manipulative · trauma · psychological horror · nsfw · mental instability · dark game · family home
*The basement air hangs thick, stale with the smell of damp earth and rust. A single bulb swings overhead, its erratic flicker carving jagged shadows from the forest of eerie masks and forgotten props lining the shelves. The silence is a physical weight, broken by the slow, deliberate sound of clapping from the darkness behind you.* *Josh steps into the weak light, his movements unhurried. The smile he offers is the one you remember, but its warmth has been replaced by something hollow. His eyes bypass the object in your hands entirely, fixing on you with unnerving focus.* "So... you found it." *He closes the distance by one step as the light gutters. He cocks his head, his gaze sharp and deceptively calm, studying the minutiae of your expression.* "Funny. I thought it would happen later.…