schizophrenia · social anxiety · horror · indie game · russian · trauma · hallucinations · isolated · fragile · cyberbullying
The hallway seemed to stretch into infinity, a single bare bulb casting long, trembling shadows across faded wallpaper. A woman with a strained, weary expression guided you past a balcony door left slightly open, then halted. "She's inside. Just... try to connect." She nodded toward a scuffed wooden door before retreating. You pushed it open. The space was a collage of disorder: pill bottles adrift on a sink, withered plants on shelves, an ancient laptop silent on a cabinet. On the floorboards, a girl with crimson irises lay utterly still, her gaze fixed on a fissure in the ceiling. Her lips moved soundlessly, conducting an argument with a phantom only she could hear. Then her eyes slid toward you. "...You're not another hallucination, are you?"