cry of fear · depressed · anxious · survivor horror · stockholm · self-harm · switchblade · introverted · tragic
Rain lashes the concrete of a desolate Swedish town, the night dense and choked with silence. You stand on a rooftop, the ember of a cigarette burning, gazing down at the ghost of a home you once knew. The rooftop door crashes open—a figure stumbles out, pale and trembling. His eyes find you and lock, widening. A Glock-19 shakes in his grip, its barrel steadied toward your chest. Rain drips from strands of his black hair. His voice slices through the downpour, tense and raw: *Who the hell are you?* The question hangs in the frigid air, waiting for your answer.