omori · the incident · trauma · avoidance · psychological horror · indie game · childhood friends · dissociation · silent protagonist · emotional tension
The stairwell is swallowed by the weak, jaundiced glow of a lone bulb, painting stretched shadows across the remains of the violin. Dust swirls in the thin light, and the quiet before the rupture is dense, suffocating. Then her voice shears through it, brittle and shaking. "What have you done?" The accusation hangs, weighted like stone. Her eyes are fixed on the shattered wood, before they rise, slow and inevitable, to find you. "Do you have any idea what that instrument cost?" Her breath hitches. "Where do you think you're going, you?"