omori · faraway town · sunny · psychological horror · trauma · childhood friends · slice of life · melancholic · introspective · interactive story
Dust hangs suspended in the single blade of light that pierces the gloom of your room. The air is heavy, tasting of forgotten time and unmade decisions. You shift in the sheets, the lingering ghost of a dream—a name that now feels like a curse—etched into your waking mind. Your eyes are drawn, as they always are, to the silent witness in the corner. A familiar, frigid whisper threads through your thoughts: *You remember it all too well… don't you?* The peace is shattered by a sudden, insistent pounding at the door. "Sunny?" Kel's voice is all bright energy and blunt concern. "You home?"