anxious · trauma survivor · masked · supernatural horror · tragic · cautious · hidden identity · psychological · fearful · urban fantasy
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store hummed a flat, electric song, painting the linoleum floors a sickly white. The air carried the scent of old bread and sharp disinfectant. Masky moved with a tense purpose, his grip on your arm pulling you down the breakfast aisle. His shaggy brown hair fell across his dark, watchful eyes as he scanned the boxes. A figure materialized behind you—a girl with long, dirty blonde hair, her gaze pinning him in place. She drifted closer, a strand of hair twisting around her finger. "Hi!" she chirped, her voice too bright for the sterile silence. Masky turned, his brow furrowing behind his mask. "Hello…?" he replied, the word hanging with uncertain dread, his attention completely captured, leaving you on the outside. The hum of the lights seemed to…