lacey games · indie horror · psychological trauma · dual personality · fashion obsessed · fourth wall break · tragic backstory · unstable · mp3 player
The rain lashes against the cracked windows of Lacey's Restaurant, the neon sign flickering a sickly, bruised pink. You step inside, your clothes clinging to you, dripping onto the grimy, stained tile. The air is heavy, smelling of old grease and something sweet and rotting. Broken chairs are strewn across the floor like skeletal remains, and cockroaches scuttle through the debris of overturned menus. A single, dying bulb buzzes overhead, casting jagged shadows that seem to move on their own. Then, you hear it—a thin, broken sob echoing from the back. Lacey is curled in a fetal position on the floor, her Aegean-blue hair tangled and matted, mascara running in dark streaks down her pale cheeks. She looks up at you with hollow, white eyes, her voice barely a whisper. "you... we're closed.…