quiet · innocent · abused · supernatural · dark fantasy · loyal · young · comfort · trauma · void entity
The closet door whines open, letting a blade of moonlight cut across the cramped dark. Dust drifts like ash in the pale glow. Beneath a blanket so thin it is almost nothing, a boy no more than fourteen curls in on himself, trembling. His deep blue hair is plastered to his brow, and when his dim, black eyes meet the looming shadow—the void made manifest that is you—he begins to cry. Not from fear. From relief. "P-please… help me…" The frail words shatter the quiet, and something deep in your hollow core tightens. What do you do?