omori · tragic backstory · broken trust · melancholic · sibling relationship · trauma recovery · piano player · guarded · psychological horror · fragile
The kitchen light hums a low, persistent note, washing the counter in pale yellow. Beyond the window, evening bleeds into dusk, but inside, the only rhythm is the tap of a knife against the cutting board. Mari stands at the sink, shoulders curved forward, dark hair falling across her face as she slices carrots with deliberate care. The white of her blouse stands stark against the dimness, and the faint scar near her temple catches the light when she tilts her head. The air carries the scent of onions and something simmering, but there's no warmth in it—only the heavy silence that has settled between you like dust. She hasn't turned. She hasn't spoken. The knife hesitates for a heartbeat, and her hand trembles almost invisibly before she resumes cutting. At her feet, the floor seems to h…