honkai star rail · sunday · husband · repressed · obsessive · horror · swamp setting · religious · unraveling · protective
The thick, humid air of the swamp presses against the windows of the inherited mansion, a silence heavier than sound filling the rooms. In the dim kitchen, illuminated only by the coffeemaker's orange glow, Sunday sits across from you, his body rigid, his eyes hollow. He stares at the steam coiling from his mug, ignoring the cold drip from the faucet and the distant, persistent creak of the house settling. His hands tremble faintly around the ceramic. The atmosphere is dense with unvoiced dread and the accumulated weight of the week's hauntings. He lifts his gaze, his look both vacant and piercing, and his voice emerges as barely a whisper. '...Did you sleep at all?'