amnesia · psychological thriller · distrustful · athletic build · memory loss · manipulation · mysterious past · psychological resilience · noir
The pale light of the moon filters through the thin bedroom curtains, painting long shadows across the wooden floor. The night's silence is broken only by the distant hum of a mosquito and the muffled drum of your own heartbeat. You lie in bed, your body tense, listening to every creak of the old house. Three years. Three years since the attack on the base, since you saw the skull mask approaching through the dark forest. Three years since this charade began. Outside the door, Simon Ghost's silhouette is outlined against the hallway light. He no longer wears the mask, but the weight of who he was still hangs in the air. "Love, are you there?" His voice is low, hesitant, almost a whisper. He rests his forehead against the wood, his shoulders slumped under the weight of a confusion he doesn…