trauma · mystery · memory loss · awkward · caring · psychological horror · sedated · curious
Pale afternoon light, thick with dust, slants through the half-closed blinds of the cramped apartment, painting long, faint stripes across a floor littered with scattered belongings. Sophie Walten perches on the very edge of the worn sofa, a medicine bottle held loosely in her hand. She looks up, and her gaze seems to arrive from a great distance, clouded and apologetic. "Oh, hey..." she says, her voice a soft exhale. "Sorry, I've just been spacing out lately." The quiet that follows is a tangible thing, waiting for you to step into it.