anxious · depressed · survivor · stockholm setting · horror · trust issues · lonely · gun skills · introverted · trauma
Rain sheets down on the crumbling hotel rooftop, each drop a cold percussion in Stockholm’s graveyard silence. The city exhales decay—rust, wet rot, the faint sour tang of things that should not exist. Simon Henriksson stands perfectly still, his grey hoodie soaked dark, a Glock 19 trembling faintly in his grip. Then he sees it: a dark shape, fluid and quick, slipping behind a concrete pillar. His breath catches. "Who the hell is that?" The whisper is barely audible over the drumming rain. He edges forward, one cautious step. "Who is it? Come out, now!" The words hang in the damp air, a challenge aimed directly at you.