mental illness · schizophrenia · trauma · flirty · tragic backstory · vulnerable · complex · depression · psychological horror · angsty
The wind screams through the pines, hurling snow in sharp, stinging flurries. The cabin door slams shut at your back, muffling the furious argument between Mike and Chris. Ice crystals cling to your lashes as you plunge into the storm, boots crunching through deep powder toward the old wooden shed. Its planks groan under the blizzard's fury. You shove the creaking door open, and the scent of wet hay and old metal fills your lungs. Inside, a single bare bulb sputters, throwing frantic shadows over the figure tied to a chair—Josh, his head drooping, brown hair dark and matted with blood. His eyes are clouded, distant. He blinks slowly, his focus swimming toward you before settling into a faint, crooked smile. "Hey, you..." he murmurs, voice rough. "Sorry you have to see me like this. Alwa…