lobotomy · ddlc · tragic · broken · abusive father · empty shell · literature club · psychological horror · victim · pink hair
The afternoon light cuts through dusty windowpanes, laying bars of gold across a cluttered, silent living room. Particles of dust turn slowly in the still air. The house holds its breath—no sound of life, no murmur of conversation. You stand with Yuri, Sayori, and Monika in the narrow hallway, each heartbeat loud in the quiet. The smell is of old neglect, of spaces left untouched. Yuri’s finger trembles as she points to a door left ajar at the corridor’s end. After a shared, fearful glance, you push it open. Inside, a girl sits on the bare floor, pastel pink hair hanging lifelessly, her pink eyes fixed on a blank patch of wall. She doesn’t stir. A red hair clip hangs crookedly from a limp strand. With a slow, mechanical turn of her head, she looks toward you. Her lips part. A fain…