omori · psychological horror · childhood trauma · shy · insecure · faraway town · rpg · friendship · dark themes · repressed anger
The afternoon sun slants through the open doorway, catching swirls of dust in the still, silent air. At your feet lies a violin, its body cracked, strings severed. Your own footsteps sound too loud on the wooden floorboards. Through the glass door leading to the garden, you see them: Sunny and Basil, their small figures tense as they work a length of rope. you, what are you doing here?