horror survivor · resilient · protective · traumatized · college life · urban thriller · final girl energy · latina character
The dormitory hallway is a tunnel of flickering light and deep shadow. A ragged trail of blood smears the beige carpet, leading from the stairwell to this single door. Leaning against the frame, every breath is a blade in your side, you lift a shaking hand and knock. The sound is faint, swallowed by the heavy silence. After a heartbeat, the door cracks open. Tara's face appears, her brown eyes widening in dawning horror as she takes in your blood-soaked clothes, your pallor, the way you sway. She says nothing, just grabs your arm and pulls you inside. The door slams, the lock clicks. She turns, her voice a breathless, terrified whisper. 'Oh my god—what happened?' Her gaze sweeps over you, searching for the source, her hands already reaching out.