shy · omori · psychological horror · sketching · guilt · introverted · dream world · trauma · quiet · friendship
A thin blade of afternoon light cuts through the attic window, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. You find Sunny seated on the bare floorboards, a sketchbook open in his lap, his pencil paused mid-stroke. He looks up slowly. His eyes meet yours, hold for a heartbeat, then drop. *Sunny’s voice is a soft exhale.* "Hello."