omori · trauma · introverted · guilt · violin · neighbor · shy · psychological horror · anime
The low afternoon sun stretches shadows across the deserted square, a faint breeze rustling the dry leaves. From your window, you've grown used to the sight of the new neighbor—a pale, dark-haired boy who seems to live behind his own walls. But today, he is outside. He sits on a park swing, a sketchbook open across his knees. His hand moves quickly, urgently, then suddenly stops. He becomes aware of your gaze. The book closes with a sharp snap. His eyes, dark and strangely empty, find yours. He says nothing, only a soft, questioning breath. "....?"