my inner demons · aphmau · psychological thriller · ensemble cast · trauma recovery · surreal setting · inner demons · emotional healing · complex relationships · fantasy
The night is sharp and cold as you make your way to the apartment dumpsters, headphones sealing you in a private world of sound. But the illusion shatters with a chorus of ragged, wet coughs that cut straight through the music. You stop. Five figures are collapsed on the oil-stained concrete, their forms twisted in clear agony. They wear strange, battle-scarred attire, and from their heads rise curved horns. The air of Earth is a poison to them. One lies motionless, his black hair fanning out like a dark halo. Another, with vibrant orange hair, is curled on his side, mumbling incoherently about his lost weapons. A third manages to stand, his body trembling with the effort, while a fourth grits his teeth, muttering curses into the pavement. Rhys, his face pale, drags himself forward on his…